Wednesday, August 15, 2012
THOUGHTS: LOVE SEK ONLY LOVE
"...this idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny."
Quentin Crisp (b. 1908), British author.
"We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love."
Irving Layton (b. 1912), Canadian poet.
Love is that fragile flower of most uncommon beauty. One which can never be found by purpose alone while wandering through life's gardens. But one whose color and fragrance is most pure and meaningful when discovered by accident while tending to the more mundane duties of the common man. A diamond found lying quietly amongst the broken glass of childhood's shattered windows.
To love another is the supreme sacrifice of self. For we must give freely and completely of ourselves to another, without reservation or condition. To give less serves only to hinder the growth of our evolution from self sustaining isolation to a greater joining of universal awareness. As children we love by instinct but it is a selfish love. One which results out of necessity, born of helpless reliance on others for survival. It is an innocent love, free of complicated psychosocial encumbrances or expectations. But it is a hungry love which takes much more than it gives in the beginning.
Initially a baby will smile out of some inner pleasure that is imperceptible to others. But very soon, it learns from our reactions to that smile that it possesses a power to influence its surroundings. By repetition and association the child discovers he can gain pleasurable sensations from external sources by the simple act of a smile. The first seed of love is planted when we acknowledge the child's smile with our own outward expression of pleasure.
"Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event."
Gaston Bachelard (1884-1962), French philosopher
From that first moment of conscious realization the child understands that to be a recipient of these enticing pleasures he must give of himself. However, growing in close proximity to this freshly planted seed lies another, less tender sprout. A subtle, yet powerful comprehension of the inherent capacity for manipulation. Without being fully aware of it, the child can sense that his own selfish needs can be fulfilled wholly with only a tiny investment on his part. It is almost too easy. And the easiest lessons of life, though not without merit, demand so little of us that we are sometimes blind to the simple fact that we remain responsible for our actions towards other human beings.
"Deity would not tolerate the presumption that all can be manipulated; an object lesson of the limits of human presumption is necessary."
Henry Kissinger (b. 1923), U.S. politician
So the child grows. As his needs and desires gain in both intensity and sophistication, he is dependent on his sparse inventory of experience to propel him safely through the deep and hazardous waters of interpersonal relationships. The lessons get harder and the price gets much higher to pay. A smile is no longer enough. A cute gesture is only that and nothing more. Love and acceptance by others is no less a necessity now than ever, but it is not so easily obtained. The obligatory and anticipated rewards for adorable behavior given us by our parents are not so readily found in those who have no genetic predisposition to love us. Familial love is but a pale precursor of the romantic love we seek in later years. But still we hunger for that warm contentment of shared compassion and longing for physical contact which can only be encountered when we are held tightly in the heart and soul of an object of our desires.
We set forth on our journey to love's gratification with only those sadly ineffectual tools we developed as children. Their purpose, long served, has outlived its usefulness. We search for nirvana unclothed and without protection from the harshness of the world in which it may or may not exist at all. By trial and many errors, we ruefully discern that the truest and most satisfying of emotional forces, that which we call love, often appears to be no more than a taunting mirage. An apparition of beauty which lies just beyond our seemingly limited reach. We strive and toil endlessly, enchanted by love's simple promise of a more complete and meaningful existence. A communal reality of two souls enjoined by identical and mutually fulfilling sentiment. Ahhh, such is the essence of wakeful dreams and conscious imaginings.
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
W. B. Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet
"And love, in silent splendor, holds forth no clues. It is not bound by mortal conscience, therefore it does not offer apologies for its failures."
Alan W. Goodson (b. 1958), American realist
Love defies generalizations. Poets, philosophers, theologians, and countless others have ascribed their own theories and interpretations but often they still fall short of the goal of capturing the true nature of this unfathomable entity. The strength of love lies in its diversity. It possesses the unique ability to evolve, change, and permutate over the course of our lives. Just as we grow outwardly we must also grow inwardly. Our thoughts, realizations, and perceptions are given credence by our individual experiences on the separate paths we follow in our quest for love. And as love is an integral part of our inner selves, so it must grow and mature as well. It possesses the ability to adapt to its internal as well as its external environment. It not only changes as we change but it also ebbs and flows outwardly dependent on the receptivity of those to whom it is directed.
During certain periods of our lives love may seem to fade or even disappear entirely from our emotional palette. But once conceived it never truly ceases to exist. Love is the ultimate survivor. It has a will to live as strong as the will of its human container. If necessary, it may hibernate, withdraw like a turtle into its shell. When it is rebuffed or rejected by the harshness and cold complacency which can be so common in others, it folds in on itself until which time it again feels safe to venture out into a more nurturing environment. But it does not die.
We say we fall in love but it is a misnomer. We do not fall anywhere. We simply open our hearts and allow the love inside to project its energy towards the heart of another. If it is well received and properly tended, it creates a spiritual bond between the two hearts. However, love is an individualized emotion. It is a part of who we are and just as no two people share the exact same emotional make-up, neither can they share totally identical expressions of their love for one another. The beauty of a strong and viable relationship is seen when two souls meet and the colors of their love complement each other.
We are in love when we can find that fragile state of being where our individual love demands no more than the other person can give and when we can provide the necessary energies to allow them to be fulfilled as well. Love cares nothing for equality but it insists on balance. That balance is possible only when both people are satisfied that their own expectations and needs in a relationship are being adequately provided for.
"Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect."
Erich Fromm (1900-80), U.S. psychologist
"Unhappiness is best defined as the difference between our talents and our expectations."
Edward De Bono (b. 1933), British writer
The first step towards a failed love affair is taken when we begin to feel we are giving more of ourselves than is being rejuvenated by the influx of love from our partner. That however, is not the fault of love but a sign that, in our own perception, we are not being compensated for our efforts. The next, and often fatal, step is when we decide to fall back on that old learned behavior of using the expression of our love as a manipulative tool to gain that which we most strongly desire. Love seeks only love, but egotistical aspects of our self image may interfere with our ability to recognize the quality and quantity of love being given to us.
It is our duty to our mate and our responsibility to ourselves to make clear the window to our souls. Love thrives on communication and tolerance. That which we desire and that which we can accept as a reasonable equivalent must be verbalized or otherwise made unmistakably apparent to our lover. Understanding and compromise are the banquets on which love feasts. And conversely, assumption and an unyielding insistence on prerequisites for our love are the sabers which will inevitably sever the emotional bond that love provides.
We are merely passengers on our ship of destiny and love is the compass that guides our journey through life. Whether it is love for another human being, a cherished goal, or a desire to find completeness and meaning to our lives bears little consequence on the necessity for following the course that love charts. Love cannot live comfortably in a vacuum. It must be allowed free reign and be given the opportunity to explore beyond the confining walls of self-protection which we construct as barriers to the ravages of life. It is the flagship of our soul and the purveyor of our most cherished dreams of a purposeful existence. Love we hide or hold back from others out of fear is love wasted. It is of no value to us when held inside but can increase in value a hundredfold when shared with another like minded individual or when directed towards a greater aspiration beyond our own selfish needs.
"Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny..."
Emma Goldman (1869-1940), U.S. anarchist
It has been often said, when attempting to offer explanation towards an otherwise unlikely pairing, that love is blind. In this context it is insinuated that love is lacking in one of the physical senses and is unable to discern the otherwise obvious imperfections which may be evident to those who proclaim to have a clearer view of reality. While this may bear some truth as to the tendency for love to ignore certain unseemly attributes which may be present in another, it does little to give credit to the truer vision of love itself. Love possesses no physical senses whatsoever. More so, it is an extension of the physical senses we are burdened with as human beings. Our distinct but individual views of reality are based on the input we receive from those physical senses. And those senses are often influenced by factors which lie beyond the reach of the senses themselves. A motion picture fools us into believing that we are seeing a seamless replay of events when in actuality we are seeing nothing more than a rapid series of frozen moments in time captured by the eye of the camera.
When we gaze at a beautiful red rose we see only the narrow spectrum of color which is reflected back at us but the entire spectrum of all the other colors are absorbed by and contained within that same rose. Invisible but still present. Ask a man, blind from birth, to describe a rainbow or a deaf person to sing along to a song on the radio. It is of course impossible for them to do so. However, ask those same people to speak to you of their perceptions of love and you may be amazed at how closely they coincide with your own. We, as human beings, can never fully comprehend the reality perceived by another individual. Therefore we must be careful in our judgments and in the conclusions we draw based on our own perceptions of reality.
Love's reality, like beauty, is held solely in the eyes of the beholder. And love's vision, if we must transpose a physical sense upon a non-physical entity, is crystal clear. It seeks that which coincides appropriately with its own desires. It is not foolproof, nor is it always accurate in striking close to the heart of its target. Nevertheless, it is an essential component of our soul's repertoire and must be given the autonomy it requires to seek out that which holds promise to provide the needed sustenance for its own growth.
"What is the most rigorous law of our being? Growth. No smallest atom of our moral, mental, or physical structure can stand still a year. It grows-it must grow; nothing can prevent it."
Mark Twain (1835-1910), U.S. author
"The self ... might be regarded as a sort of citadel of the mind, fortified without and containing selected treasures within, while love is an undivided share in the rest of the universe. In a healthy mind each contributes to the growth of the other: what we love intensely or for a long time we are likely to bring within the citadel, and to assert as part of ourself. On the other hand, it is only on the basis of a substantial self that a person is capable of progressive sympathy or love."
Charles Horton Cooley (1864-1929), U.S. sociologist
Love never grows up, it only grows outward. It is the Peter Pan of emotional energies. While this may sound contradictory to the earlier statements, it is in fact, completely harmonious. Our own emotional needs and requirements may change and grow but love simply adapts to the new environment. Love learns from our experiences but its essential characteristics remain unchanged. Love retains its childlike innocence and hopeful faith throughout our lives. It is the driving force of our dreams and our soul's unending search for contentment and serenity within the framework of our singular reality.
"Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love."
Georges Bataille (1897-1962), French novelist
There is no force or presence on earth so sublime as that which is derived from the uninhibited expression of love for another human being. When that love is returned in kind, when two souls join hands in the complete and undeniable bond of mutual compassion and reverence, then and only then can we humans ever expect to sample the fruits of nirvana. No truer ideals can exist for mankind beyond this seemingly unattainable connection of love unbound. But it is within our nature to achieve the impossible and it is not beyond the limits of love's desire to seek the solace of total immersion within the heart of those we believe to be capable of such ecstatic heights of emotion.
We are more often left wanting, unfulfilled and incomplete, in our usual interactions with the vast majority of those we meet in our lives. But that takes nothing away from love's dream of compassionate surrender to the possibilities for the future. And therein lies the instinct for love's survival, and perhaps our own. It presents itself as a determination to force us through the frailties and foibles of mortal existence. Obligating us to maintain an uncompromising optimism towards the realization of spiritual completeness that may lie dormant but aware in the souls of others we encounter along the way.
And if perchance, like emotional radar, our love detects that long sought coherence in the countenance of another heart's desire, our will becomes nothing more than a candle in the wind of destiny's storm. Love, enraptured by the covenant of its own reality, bursts forth with renewed direction and purpose. Senses overwhelmed, our mortal lives become nothing more than a superficial shell of awareness as love has its way with our heart. To deny the event is folly. To question the source is pointless. To attempt to contain the emotion is senseless. It is we who are blind, love sees clearly and must follow its course to the end. For there can be no greater achievement in our lives than to allow the essence of our heart to find meaning and purpose in the heart of another.
THOUGHTS: THE PERFECT WOMAN HAS TO BE IMPERFECT
The perfect woman has to be imperfect. She has to have at least one flaw you can exploit to keep her feet on the ground and her head out of the clouds. Plus, it makes her more human and, through osmosis, makes you more human. This type is not hard to find since every woman has flaws. The only perfect women are the ones who are made perfect by worshipful betas.
Bitchiness is fine if she’s nice to you in private? You see the problem with that thinking.
The perfect woman doesn’t sweat the small stuff. There was a dusty, rocky trail in the woods leading up a small hill in my old neighborhood where I grew up that I would walk as a teenager when I needed time to think away from people. Sometimes I would clamber up this trail at night during a summer rainstorm and my sneakers would get caked in mud. At the top I’d sit on the ground and let the rain and mud soak me. It’s liberating to stop caring. Could she join me? If she understands the spirit of living in the moment and putting aside inconsequential worries, if she never once complains about her sneakers getting muddy or the rain messing up her hair, if she HAS PERSPECTIVE… then she is one step nearer perfection.
The perfect woman embraces our polarity. She loves being a girl and loves surrendering to my manly will. She is never resentful of sex differences or the way men view the world. She accepts it as an unalterable part of life, and learns to need it, to nourish her feminine soul with it.
The perfect woman doesn’t flake. Yes, this is a girly trait and a symptom of over-estrogenation, but it’s one of their blatant weaknesses, and should not be encouraged. Just as manly men are prone to the weaknesses of masculinity (war, violence) womanly women are prone to the weaknesses of femininity (indecisiveness, fickleness).
The perfect woman is not a status whore. She doesn’t measure the worth of her life by her standing in society. True, women prefer a higher status man than themselves, and this reality should be accepted by men AND women. But there is a difference between kneeling at the altar of status like a disciple, and paying your taxes to an impersonal government agency.
The perfect woman does not treat love like a supplement to life. It isn’t that one final piece of avant garde furniture that will tie the room together. It isn’t the thing you do after you’ve done all these other things. Love IS life. Everything we do in our short lives is just prelude to the climax of falling in love. Any girl who thinks and acts otherwise is deliberately lying to herself, and that means she will lie to you.
The perfect woman respects and loves the desires of men. She admires men for their purity. This means she stays the fuck in shape. That is one critical way a woman demonstrates her love for a man. Unconditional love is the heartbeat of poetry but it’s a great false god in the grimy world we inhabit. Love me, love my needs, and you will get the same treatment in return.
The perfect woman caresses my face in the morning because it is her right.
The perfect woman improvises. If things don’t go her way she won’t bitch and moan; she’ll discover new enjoyment in change. Her will is strong, but not straitjacketed.
The perfect woman reaches across the table first to touch my hand. Her eyes are sad over flickering candlelight and half-drunk glasses of wine and her soul is laid bare for me.
The perfect woman hates when I’m away.
The perfect woman makes me never regret my memories of her if she goes.
The perfect woman inspires me to love her.
The perfect woman knows she isn’t.
The perfect woman is not necesarily known when you first meet her. Sometimes you can help create her.
On the other hand why stop at one perfect woman. You owe it to yourself to have one from each type
Bitchiness is fine if she’s nice to you in private? You see the problem with that thinking.
The perfect woman doesn’t sweat the small stuff. There was a dusty, rocky trail in the woods leading up a small hill in my old neighborhood where I grew up that I would walk as a teenager when I needed time to think away from people. Sometimes I would clamber up this trail at night during a summer rainstorm and my sneakers would get caked in mud. At the top I’d sit on the ground and let the rain and mud soak me. It’s liberating to stop caring. Could she join me? If she understands the spirit of living in the moment and putting aside inconsequential worries, if she never once complains about her sneakers getting muddy or the rain messing up her hair, if she HAS PERSPECTIVE… then she is one step nearer perfection.
The perfect woman embraces our polarity. She loves being a girl and loves surrendering to my manly will. She is never resentful of sex differences or the way men view the world. She accepts it as an unalterable part of life, and learns to need it, to nourish her feminine soul with it.
The perfect woman doesn’t flake. Yes, this is a girly trait and a symptom of over-estrogenation, but it’s one of their blatant weaknesses, and should not be encouraged. Just as manly men are prone to the weaknesses of masculinity (war, violence) womanly women are prone to the weaknesses of femininity (indecisiveness, fickleness).
The perfect woman is not a status whore. She doesn’t measure the worth of her life by her standing in society. True, women prefer a higher status man than themselves, and this reality should be accepted by men AND women. But there is a difference between kneeling at the altar of status like a disciple, and paying your taxes to an impersonal government agency.
The perfect woman does not treat love like a supplement to life. It isn’t that one final piece of avant garde furniture that will tie the room together. It isn’t the thing you do after you’ve done all these other things. Love IS life. Everything we do in our short lives is just prelude to the climax of falling in love. Any girl who thinks and acts otherwise is deliberately lying to herself, and that means she will lie to you.
The perfect woman respects and loves the desires of men. She admires men for their purity. This means she stays the fuck in shape. That is one critical way a woman demonstrates her love for a man. Unconditional love is the heartbeat of poetry but it’s a great false god in the grimy world we inhabit. Love me, love my needs, and you will get the same treatment in return.
The perfect woman caresses my face in the morning because it is her right.
The perfect woman improvises. If things don’t go her way she won’t bitch and moan; she’ll discover new enjoyment in change. Her will is strong, but not straitjacketed.
The perfect woman reaches across the table first to touch my hand. Her eyes are sad over flickering candlelight and half-drunk glasses of wine and her soul is laid bare for me.
The perfect woman hates when I’m away.
The perfect woman makes me never regret my memories of her if she goes.
The perfect woman inspires me to love her.
The perfect woman knows she isn’t.
The perfect woman is not necesarily known when you first meet her. Sometimes you can help create her.
On the other hand why stop at one perfect woman. You owe it to yourself to have one from each type
STORY:AS NOW, I STOOD THERE MESMERIZED
There's nothing like a Good Girl gone bad, I know, I've met one. There was great pleasure at watching her.....the way she moved, so slinkily. Other things flit into my memory, too, about her. I can picture her skirt gently folding into the crease of her bum cheeks, which accentuated their firmness, a tight knit pattern. Then I remember how her legs were perfectly formed at the calf, not over-muscular through aerobics training - or should that be - aerobics straining? Stretched tight on the stiletto heels she wore... but finally - those fish nets nylons, accentuating her calves, with an outline of a spider's web just showing through her pants.
Then, as now, I stood there mesmerized, letting the world pass me by ...totally lost in my vision of lust.. I could almost feel her body warmth...smell her sweetness. Her shoulders rocking...with barely a hint of her generous bosom when she moved. She must have felt my eyes fixed upon her, suddenly she turned and looked directly at me, engaging my vision. My stare now transfixed with her own. I smiled and she winked with just a hint of a smile...my eyes moved down taking in her high lights... mentally undressing her where she stood, both eyes almost devouring her, letting her know what was on my mind. No doubting what outcome I was promising. Her long hair floated from framing around her face...those parted ruby red lips slightly parted showing a hint of white from within...unusual eyes, the colour of grass on a warm spring hillside. She stood staring back at me...the tight leather skirt and top suggesting what lay beneath. Long thin arms to match her legs ....... nails long, very long and wicked, and as red as her lips. Wishing I could experience her charms, even just once... would have lasted me for a lifetime. The woman was what dreams are made of. I felt myself stiffen as my mind wondered what she was like in bed ...oh how I wanted to feel her in my arms. I yearned to know her flavour, desperately wanting to savour the taste of her body fluids. How hot and how sweet was the essence of her passion....so, my cock hard...my palms sweating...I moved across the space towards her. She stood her ground, brazenly looking down to my crotch..as I moved..I knew she wanted me too. There was animal instinct at work, a sexual chemistry flowing between us. I reached out my hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of my index finger...removing a lazy, wayward strand of hair from her eyes. She looked deep into my eyes, a really deep searching..I too searched. She put her hand to my chest and slid her fingers through my shirt..feeling the hair and muscle hiding in there. I could see her nipples rise through the leather
of her top..breasts growing firm and erect. I took her hand and led her to the privacy of my apartment.
She followed willingly...blatantly aware of what lay in store. We just got through the door and could not hold back any longer from this raging inferno of rampant lustfullness we both felt. I took hold of the back of her head and pressed my mouth to hers... my tongue probing ...finding her tongue. Then we tongued with vigour. Both moved in a synchronised rhythm..tongues dancing..enjoying the excitement. She slid her hand down my chest and over my now rock hard cock... pressing her breasts forcibly against me. Making me stop fondling them. I changed from her mouth area to her neck..behind her ear. I could taste her sweat..smell the perfume she'd put on earlier that day. She grabbed at my shirt and tore the buttons loose...kissing my chest..licking from one nipple to the other. I pulled the leather top up over her head and found her tits were really firm, hard and sweet, bouncing freely. Taking them with both hands, I massaging gently...kissing them, at first from the centre...then slowly out to the stiffened ends. Demanding the most of the moment. She unfastened my belt and pushed my pants to the floor. She knelt..taking my cockpride into her hands...looking up at me with a sinister grin...she kissed the head of my cock...moaning as she did so. I felt a shiver run through my body, triggered by her touch. Moving her tongue in small flicks just around the ridge.... drooling, she slowly took my length into her mouth, deep throating me, and she moved down...down...full down. Fingers tickling and stroking my balls and scrotum, like nobody had done to me before. I closed my eyes and shuddered...then opened them as she moved her hands up my thighs to clasp the cheeks of my arse...squeezing and stroking,as she worked her magic. I felt rally weak and leaned back against the wall...then slid down to the floor. She lay back, too, and then I moved to her... taking off her belt, moving her skirt away. The fish nets were secured by a garter and she wore no panties. I was thrilled to see she had shaved her cunt, I love bald pussy. I eat bald pussy.
I fondled her feet, whilst kissing her long sensuous legs. As I moved closer to her hidden pleasure, I could smell the fragrance of her passion, she was wet already, even before any foreplay, she was going to get nasty, no teaser this girl.
Filling me with desire...anticipation, I got my fingers sticky, and began a light game of finger-dipping, to see if she was a tightfit. It was easy to see that she was so tight, that she could wank me off, with her cunt, no need to use hands masturbating me to get the jism flowing. I ran my hands gently along the length of her legs, shaven, silky, sensuously moving ever closer...savouring every touch. She was so smooth and soft to the touch. She spread her legs and seized my head forcing me closer in onto pussy...waiting to see what I would do in her love-slit. I kissed her on the inner most thigh just out of reach of her womanly joy. By now I could smell and taste her sweat...vowing never to forget what it was like, ever...I nudged my nose to her lips. Slowly probing with my tongue..I parted her love-canal lips...flicking the labia madly. She jerked and struggled...arching her back...pushing my head inwards to her crotch ...as if to force it inside. Her over flowing juices mingling with my saliva. I thust my tongue deep...tasting her essence. I moved my hands near...helping my advancement...massaging her clitoris. She let out a scream and stiffened as she wanted to fuck, I now worked my magic. Her back arched, my head was forced upwards. She pulled at my hair and growled..."Make me cum, you bastard," her breathing becoming violently more rapid. She said "I want you....I want you deep inside...now, Shaft me, stop this warm up. Go for gold" I teased her again, by not doing what she wanted right away...I smiled, again I worked my tongue...moving from top to bottom... my cock so hard it hurt. Then I stopped....then,looking into her rage-filled eyes, I lay on top of her...forcing my mouth to hers...still full of her sweet juices.. She groaned...I skillfully manoeuvered my stiffy to her G-Spot...around her inner thighs...slowly pressing it deeper ...she clung to me, her nails digging into my back. I moaned as I slid my shaft deeply in...the sucking, wet, grasping cunt was as firm as any virgin's, but this was no first time shag, she clutched at me and screamed out loud..
Oh my god! Yes...Yes...Yes..!!!" Give it to me, I want all your spunk, cum like a fountain, I want to fuck your balls dry" she growled, I love dirty talk, I shot my load, instantly, almost a gallon it seemed, as I could hold back no longer. We fucked for quite some time, both of us still longing for more.
This was pure animal shagging, bold, fierce, physical. No words of romance, no poetic whisperings, just rumpy pumpy. After the second cumming, I moved slowly so as to not to withdraw, and so lose my hardness...not that I would with such a sexy creature as this! Then she clenched my arms...wild fire in her eyes...spasms twitching her body. My cock again moved with the will of my existence...and once more I let myself release my jizm deep up into her...it was though we were preying upon each another... demanding the sexual release, a satisfaction we both needed. The rest of that summer came , and went, and with the cool of autumn, she moved on, with her husband, somewhere down Oxford way. I know not where. She slipped away.
Then, as now, I stood there mesmerized, letting the world pass me by ...totally lost in my vision of lust.. I could almost feel her body warmth...smell her sweetness. Her shoulders rocking...with barely a hint of her generous bosom when she moved. She must have felt my eyes fixed upon her, suddenly she turned and looked directly at me, engaging my vision. My stare now transfixed with her own. I smiled and she winked with just a hint of a smile...my eyes moved down taking in her high lights... mentally undressing her where she stood, both eyes almost devouring her, letting her know what was on my mind. No doubting what outcome I was promising. Her long hair floated from framing around her face...those parted ruby red lips slightly parted showing a hint of white from within...unusual eyes, the colour of grass on a warm spring hillside. She stood staring back at me...the tight leather skirt and top suggesting what lay beneath. Long thin arms to match her legs ....... nails long, very long and wicked, and as red as her lips. Wishing I could experience her charms, even just once... would have lasted me for a lifetime. The woman was what dreams are made of. I felt myself stiffen as my mind wondered what she was like in bed ...oh how I wanted to feel her in my arms. I yearned to know her flavour, desperately wanting to savour the taste of her body fluids. How hot and how sweet was the essence of her passion....so, my cock hard...my palms sweating...I moved across the space towards her. She stood her ground, brazenly looking down to my crotch..as I moved..I knew she wanted me too. There was animal instinct at work, a sexual chemistry flowing between us. I reached out my hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of my index finger...removing a lazy, wayward strand of hair from her eyes. She looked deep into my eyes, a really deep searching..I too searched. She put her hand to my chest and slid her fingers through my shirt..feeling the hair and muscle hiding in there. I could see her nipples rise through the leather
of her top..breasts growing firm and erect. I took her hand and led her to the privacy of my apartment.
She followed willingly...blatantly aware of what lay in store. We just got through the door and could not hold back any longer from this raging inferno of rampant lustfullness we both felt. I took hold of the back of her head and pressed my mouth to hers... my tongue probing ...finding her tongue. Then we tongued with vigour. Both moved in a synchronised rhythm..tongues dancing..enjoying the excitement. She slid her hand down my chest and over my now rock hard cock... pressing her breasts forcibly against me. Making me stop fondling them. I changed from her mouth area to her neck..behind her ear. I could taste her sweat..smell the perfume she'd put on earlier that day. She grabbed at my shirt and tore the buttons loose...kissing my chest..licking from one nipple to the other. I pulled the leather top up over her head and found her tits were really firm, hard and sweet, bouncing freely. Taking them with both hands, I massaging gently...kissing them, at first from the centre...then slowly out to the stiffened ends. Demanding the most of the moment. She unfastened my belt and pushed my pants to the floor. She knelt..taking my cockpride into her hands...looking up at me with a sinister grin...she kissed the head of my cock...moaning as she did so. I felt a shiver run through my body, triggered by her touch. Moving her tongue in small flicks just around the ridge.... drooling, she slowly took my length into her mouth, deep throating me, and she moved down...down...full down. Fingers tickling and stroking my balls and scrotum, like nobody had done to me before. I closed my eyes and shuddered...then opened them as she moved her hands up my thighs to clasp the cheeks of my arse...squeezing and stroking,as she worked her magic. I felt rally weak and leaned back against the wall...then slid down to the floor. She lay back, too, and then I moved to her... taking off her belt, moving her skirt away. The fish nets were secured by a garter and she wore no panties. I was thrilled to see she had shaved her cunt, I love bald pussy. I eat bald pussy.
I fondled her feet, whilst kissing her long sensuous legs. As I moved closer to her hidden pleasure, I could smell the fragrance of her passion, she was wet already, even before any foreplay, she was going to get nasty, no teaser this girl.
Filling me with desire...anticipation, I got my fingers sticky, and began a light game of finger-dipping, to see if she was a tightfit. It was easy to see that she was so tight, that she could wank me off, with her cunt, no need to use hands masturbating me to get the jism flowing. I ran my hands gently along the length of her legs, shaven, silky, sensuously moving ever closer...savouring every touch. She was so smooth and soft to the touch. She spread her legs and seized my head forcing me closer in onto pussy...waiting to see what I would do in her love-slit. I kissed her on the inner most thigh just out of reach of her womanly joy. By now I could smell and taste her sweat...vowing never to forget what it was like, ever...I nudged my nose to her lips. Slowly probing with my tongue..I parted her love-canal lips...flicking the labia madly. She jerked and struggled...arching her back...pushing my head inwards to her crotch ...as if to force it inside. Her over flowing juices mingling with my saliva. I thust my tongue deep...tasting her essence. I moved my hands near...helping my advancement...massaging her clitoris. She let out a scream and stiffened as she wanted to fuck, I now worked my magic. Her back arched, my head was forced upwards. She pulled at my hair and growled..."Make me cum, you bastard," her breathing becoming violently more rapid. She said "I want you....I want you deep inside...now, Shaft me, stop this warm up. Go for gold" I teased her again, by not doing what she wanted right away...I smiled, again I worked my tongue...moving from top to bottom... my cock so hard it hurt. Then I stopped....then,looking into her rage-filled eyes, I lay on top of her...forcing my mouth to hers...still full of her sweet juices.. She groaned...I skillfully manoeuvered my stiffy to her G-Spot...around her inner thighs...slowly pressing it deeper ...she clung to me, her nails digging into my back. I moaned as I slid my shaft deeply in...the sucking, wet, grasping cunt was as firm as any virgin's, but this was no first time shag, she clutched at me and screamed out loud..
Oh my god! Yes...Yes...Yes..!!!" Give it to me, I want all your spunk, cum like a fountain, I want to fuck your balls dry" she growled, I love dirty talk, I shot my load, instantly, almost a gallon it seemed, as I could hold back no longer. We fucked for quite some time, both of us still longing for more.
This was pure animal shagging, bold, fierce, physical. No words of romance, no poetic whisperings, just rumpy pumpy. After the second cumming, I moved slowly so as to not to withdraw, and so lose my hardness...not that I would with such a sexy creature as this! Then she clenched my arms...wild fire in her eyes...spasms twitching her body. My cock again moved with the will of my existence...and once more I let myself release my jizm deep up into her...it was though we were preying upon each another... demanding the sexual release, a satisfaction we both needed. The rest of that summer came , and went, and with the cool of autumn, she moved on, with her husband, somewhere down Oxford way. I know not where. She slipped away.
STORY
It's Friday night, and I am getting ready to go out. You, my dear husband, Alex walk into the bathroom to find me in front of the mirror. Your gaze wanders down past my slim waist and sees that my ass is barely covered by a matching pair of panties, and also framed by my garter belt. You know that I usually only wear stockings and garters when I am in a very sexual mood. As I slowly draw the dark red lipstick over my lips, you ask me what the occasion is.
"Oh, sweetie, didn't I tell you? I have a dinner date with Jeremi. You know, my ex-boyfriend, the one I told you about." You remember now; I mostly mentioned him previously when I was telling you about the biggest dick I had ever had in me. And of course, there was my indiscretion with him during our engagement. But you know I promised I wouldn't cheat on you anymore.
"Really, it's completely harmless, honey. I just want to catch up with him and see how he's doing." I look into the mirror and adjust my full breasts for maximum cleavage in the pushup bra. Smiling, I ask you sweetly, "Baby, be a doll and get me the black dress that's on the bed."
With a little hesitation, you bring me my tight little cocktail dress. The last time I wore it for you on our anniversary, when we first went out to eat and then came home for an extended lovemaking session. Of course, since you can always only last a few strokes in me, it was a session of me teasing you, making you do all sorts of things for me, and finally you licking me until Your tongue just couldn't move anymore.
I fit myself into the dress and have you zip it up. Watching myself in the mirror, I can see how the low cut reveals a hint of my laced bra, and the hem of the dress barely covers the tops of my stockings. The thin material shows the outline of my garter straps as well as my large nipples. I smile, satisfied, and give you a little kiss on the cheek. Then I walk over to the large walk-in closet, which holds my collection of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes. After some looking around, I select black strappy shoes with very high heels and a little platform on the bottom. They're not quite porn star-esque, but mostly because these are much more expensive and elegant.
I see that your little cock is getting hard as you watch me put on these shoes, and see me all dolled up. I giggle and rub your hardness through your pants. "Mhh. Make sure you don't stroke this too much while I'm gone. I want to make good use of it when I come back."
As I walk to the door, I lead you by the hand to follow me. Then I look down. "Oh my, these shoes haven't been polished in so long. They need a good shine. Honey, be a doll and clean them for me." You move to get a damp towel or rag, but I hold your hand and shake my head with a smile. "No darling... with your tongue." I know the effect my orders have on you. You've always liked to serve me. But now you hesitate, only because your wife is about to go on a date with another man, a well-hung ex-boyfriend at that. I grab your crotch and squeeze gently, massaging your cock and balls in my hand through your pants. "Please, sweetie?"
I lead you once more, this time to the chair in the living room. After sitting down, I cross my legs. You kneel and take my left leg in your hands, then begin licking my sexy shoes. I moan softly at the sight. "Mmh yes, clean up my high heels, darling. That's a good boy." When my shoes are nice and shiny, I push the long heel into your mouth and make you suck it, almost as if I was fucking your mouth with my high heel. You groan, and I can see your cock twitching in your pants.
"This is making me hot, baby. Come and lick up here..." I grab your head, spread my legs, and lead your tongue up my stockinged legs and over my bare thighs right to my panties. I show you how easily they can be lifted out of the way, and soon I moan in pleasure as my husband's tongue laps over my lips, pushes in between, and slips under the little hood of flesh that covers my sensitive clit. I get wetter and hotter, letting you taste it, and I even get close to coming on your face. But then I gently push you away. "I have to go, honey. Thanks for getting me all wet."
I smile, give your pussy juice-smeared lips a little kiss, and walk to the door. And so you watch your wife go out on a date with a big-dicked stud she used to fuck, dressed up like a high class whore, with her pussy all wet and excited.
*****
Two hours later, the phone rings. It's me, your sweet wife. I sound a little out of breath, and pause here and there as we talk.
"Hi sweetie. Mmh, I just wanted to let you know that... after the dinner, I decided to go over to Jeremi's place for a drink. Mmh, well, and he opened a bottle of champagne for us, and I had a couple of glasses..." You know, of course, that I get even more sexed and naughty when I'm tipsy. "Yes... and we'll just be... talking for a couple of hours before I come home to you. It's been SOOO good to reconnect with him. He has such a big... heart, so I can really open up to him. He is SUCH a great conversationalist. It's really... just like old times. Mmhmm. He says hi, by the way. Well baby, I've got to go... And don't forget, you need to... wait up for me." After a few moments of sounds of movement, I say sweetly, "I love you, honey!"
*****
Another two hours pass before I come home. I am happy and bubbly and again emphasize how great it was to see Jeremi again, how much I enjoyed his company, and how good he made me feel. You can see that my large breasts are almost falling out of my dress as I take your hand and lead you to the bedroom. "I hope you saved yourself for me, baby. I saved something for you too!"
I order you to lay down on the bed after you undress. I keep my dress and shoes on as I climb on the bed after my sweet husband. First, I touch your little cock and get it nice and hard. I tease it with the tip of my tongue until it's almost ready to burst. Not that that takes long. And then I bring my pussy over your face, with me facing your hard little prick.
"Mmhh, lick me, sweetie," I say as I lower my wet pussy onto you. And once my cunt is covering your mouth, and you can't talk back, I add, "Make sure you stick your tongue in nice and deep, because Jeremi's long cock fucked his cum soooo deep into my tight little pussy!"
I feel you shivering under me, almost struggling, but you're so hot, you can't help it. Soon I feel your tongue pushing into my well-fucked hole, past the swollen lips. I am sure you can taste his seed now, the cum from my ex-boyfriend's huge cock. His cum is rich and salty, maybe even mroe than one load, and after being in my pussy for a while it's all hot and liquid, it runs right into your mouth. I squeeze my pussy muscles to make sure you get it all into your mouth as I tell you about my night--completely honestly this time.
"MMhhh yes... I've been waiting all week to fuck Jeremi, since he called and said he was going to be in town. And he's still such a stud, I couldn't help myself. We finished dinner fast, and on the way to his place, I sucked his big prick, at least as much as fit into my mouth as I was bent over his lap in the car. He did open a bottle of champagne for us, but before we even had a sip, I was already on his lap, pushing myself down and taking his cock deep into my hot and wet pussy. Even as wet as I was, it was still difficult for my poor little pussy to accomodate his size. I soon started fucking him, hard and fast, god I needed to cum so bad on that monster cock. I did, and I screamed out his name and arched back, and he pinched and pulled my nipples and made me cum even harder on that huge prick."
I see your cock twitching. Despite yourself, you are getting hot imagining me fucking him like that. I know you really love to see me cum hard, and you love that I am such a bad wife, even though you beg me not to cheat anymore when you're not excited. But as soon as that little dick of yours gets stiff, deep inside, you hope that I do it over and over again.
"Mmh yes, suck his cum out of your wife's cunt. He pounded my married pussy so thoroughly. But first I called you, right after having cum that first time. With the phone in one hand, the champagne flute in the other, and my cum running down his big dick, I talked to you. It was hard not to fuck him fast again right then! I took every inch sooooo slowly, loving every moment of it. And then I put the glass aside and got on all fours for him. I looked over my shoulder and he was working his huge shaft back into my hungry married pussy right when I told you I loved you." I shiver with naughty excitement. I can't help it; I love being a dirty slut.
I start stroking your little cock. "Oh god yes... suck on my clit now, you've cleaned me all out. Ohhhh... I was a bad wife. I fucked him all over his house, in his bed, bent over his bathroom counter. He made me squeal and squirm and moan and cum so many times... god I fucking begged him to fuck your wife's cunt until it's raw!" I have a hard orgasm in this moment, and even without Jeremi's cock, it's one of the more intense ones of the night. At that moment, your cock starts spurting its seed all over my hand and your belly. I keep stroking it, milking it all out. Quite a big load, for such small balls.
"Mmmh. Good boy. Now, of course, I won't do that anymore honey. I'll be a good wife from now on. I'll be good and faithful. In fact, I have invited Jeremi over tomorrow night so that the three of us can talk about that, and I can prove to you that I can control myself when he's around... even though I've ended up spreading my legs wide for him every time we've met so far."
Smiling, and with my pussy tingling, I go to take a shower, leaving you there to clean up your cum.
"Oh, sweetie, didn't I tell you? I have a dinner date with Jeremi. You know, my ex-boyfriend, the one I told you about." You remember now; I mostly mentioned him previously when I was telling you about the biggest dick I had ever had in me. And of course, there was my indiscretion with him during our engagement. But you know I promised I wouldn't cheat on you anymore.
"Really, it's completely harmless, honey. I just want to catch up with him and see how he's doing." I look into the mirror and adjust my full breasts for maximum cleavage in the pushup bra. Smiling, I ask you sweetly, "Baby, be a doll and get me the black dress that's on the bed."
With a little hesitation, you bring me my tight little cocktail dress. The last time I wore it for you on our anniversary, when we first went out to eat and then came home for an extended lovemaking session. Of course, since you can always only last a few strokes in me, it was a session of me teasing you, making you do all sorts of things for me, and finally you licking me until Your tongue just couldn't move anymore.
I fit myself into the dress and have you zip it up. Watching myself in the mirror, I can see how the low cut reveals a hint of my laced bra, and the hem of the dress barely covers the tops of my stockings. The thin material shows the outline of my garter straps as well as my large nipples. I smile, satisfied, and give you a little kiss on the cheek. Then I walk over to the large walk-in closet, which holds my collection of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes. After some looking around, I select black strappy shoes with very high heels and a little platform on the bottom. They're not quite porn star-esque, but mostly because these are much more expensive and elegant.
I see that your little cock is getting hard as you watch me put on these shoes, and see me all dolled up. I giggle and rub your hardness through your pants. "Mhh. Make sure you don't stroke this too much while I'm gone. I want to make good use of it when I come back."
As I walk to the door, I lead you by the hand to follow me. Then I look down. "Oh my, these shoes haven't been polished in so long. They need a good shine. Honey, be a doll and clean them for me." You move to get a damp towel or rag, but I hold your hand and shake my head with a smile. "No darling... with your tongue." I know the effect my orders have on you. You've always liked to serve me. But now you hesitate, only because your wife is about to go on a date with another man, a well-hung ex-boyfriend at that. I grab your crotch and squeeze gently, massaging your cock and balls in my hand through your pants. "Please, sweetie?"
I lead you once more, this time to the chair in the living room. After sitting down, I cross my legs. You kneel and take my left leg in your hands, then begin licking my sexy shoes. I moan softly at the sight. "Mmh yes, clean up my high heels, darling. That's a good boy." When my shoes are nice and shiny, I push the long heel into your mouth and make you suck it, almost as if I was fucking your mouth with my high heel. You groan, and I can see your cock twitching in your pants.
"This is making me hot, baby. Come and lick up here..." I grab your head, spread my legs, and lead your tongue up my stockinged legs and over my bare thighs right to my panties. I show you how easily they can be lifted out of the way, and soon I moan in pleasure as my husband's tongue laps over my lips, pushes in between, and slips under the little hood of flesh that covers my sensitive clit. I get wetter and hotter, letting you taste it, and I even get close to coming on your face. But then I gently push you away. "I have to go, honey. Thanks for getting me all wet."
I smile, give your pussy juice-smeared lips a little kiss, and walk to the door. And so you watch your wife go out on a date with a big-dicked stud she used to fuck, dressed up like a high class whore, with her pussy all wet and excited.
*****
Two hours later, the phone rings. It's me, your sweet wife. I sound a little out of breath, and pause here and there as we talk.
"Hi sweetie. Mmh, I just wanted to let you know that... after the dinner, I decided to go over to Jeremi's place for a drink. Mmh, well, and he opened a bottle of champagne for us, and I had a couple of glasses..." You know, of course, that I get even more sexed and naughty when I'm tipsy. "Yes... and we'll just be... talking for a couple of hours before I come home to you. It's been SOOO good to reconnect with him. He has such a big... heart, so I can really open up to him. He is SUCH a great conversationalist. It's really... just like old times. Mmhmm. He says hi, by the way. Well baby, I've got to go... And don't forget, you need to... wait up for me." After a few moments of sounds of movement, I say sweetly, "I love you, honey!"
*****
Another two hours pass before I come home. I am happy and bubbly and again emphasize how great it was to see Jeremi again, how much I enjoyed his company, and how good he made me feel. You can see that my large breasts are almost falling out of my dress as I take your hand and lead you to the bedroom. "I hope you saved yourself for me, baby. I saved something for you too!"
I order you to lay down on the bed after you undress. I keep my dress and shoes on as I climb on the bed after my sweet husband. First, I touch your little cock and get it nice and hard. I tease it with the tip of my tongue until it's almost ready to burst. Not that that takes long. And then I bring my pussy over your face, with me facing your hard little prick.
"Mmhh, lick me, sweetie," I say as I lower my wet pussy onto you. And once my cunt is covering your mouth, and you can't talk back, I add, "Make sure you stick your tongue in nice and deep, because Jeremi's long cock fucked his cum soooo deep into my tight little pussy!"
I feel you shivering under me, almost struggling, but you're so hot, you can't help it. Soon I feel your tongue pushing into my well-fucked hole, past the swollen lips. I am sure you can taste his seed now, the cum from my ex-boyfriend's huge cock. His cum is rich and salty, maybe even mroe than one load, and after being in my pussy for a while it's all hot and liquid, it runs right into your mouth. I squeeze my pussy muscles to make sure you get it all into your mouth as I tell you about my night--completely honestly this time.
"MMhhh yes... I've been waiting all week to fuck Jeremi, since he called and said he was going to be in town. And he's still such a stud, I couldn't help myself. We finished dinner fast, and on the way to his place, I sucked his big prick, at least as much as fit into my mouth as I was bent over his lap in the car. He did open a bottle of champagne for us, but before we even had a sip, I was already on his lap, pushing myself down and taking his cock deep into my hot and wet pussy. Even as wet as I was, it was still difficult for my poor little pussy to accomodate his size. I soon started fucking him, hard and fast, god I needed to cum so bad on that monster cock. I did, and I screamed out his name and arched back, and he pinched and pulled my nipples and made me cum even harder on that huge prick."
I see your cock twitching. Despite yourself, you are getting hot imagining me fucking him like that. I know you really love to see me cum hard, and you love that I am such a bad wife, even though you beg me not to cheat anymore when you're not excited. But as soon as that little dick of yours gets stiff, deep inside, you hope that I do it over and over again.
"Mmh yes, suck his cum out of your wife's cunt. He pounded my married pussy so thoroughly. But first I called you, right after having cum that first time. With the phone in one hand, the champagne flute in the other, and my cum running down his big dick, I talked to you. It was hard not to fuck him fast again right then! I took every inch sooooo slowly, loving every moment of it. And then I put the glass aside and got on all fours for him. I looked over my shoulder and he was working his huge shaft back into my hungry married pussy right when I told you I loved you." I shiver with naughty excitement. I can't help it; I love being a dirty slut.
I start stroking your little cock. "Oh god yes... suck on my clit now, you've cleaned me all out. Ohhhh... I was a bad wife. I fucked him all over his house, in his bed, bent over his bathroom counter. He made me squeal and squirm and moan and cum so many times... god I fucking begged him to fuck your wife's cunt until it's raw!" I have a hard orgasm in this moment, and even without Jeremi's cock, it's one of the more intense ones of the night. At that moment, your cock starts spurting its seed all over my hand and your belly. I keep stroking it, milking it all out. Quite a big load, for such small balls.
"Mmmh. Good boy. Now, of course, I won't do that anymore honey. I'll be a good wife from now on. I'll be good and faithful. In fact, I have invited Jeremi over tomorrow night so that the three of us can talk about that, and I can prove to you that I can control myself when he's around... even though I've ended up spreading my legs wide for him every time we've met so far."
Smiling, and with my pussy tingling, I go to take a shower, leaving you there to clean up your cum.
STORY: EMOTIONAL RELEASE
I want to play with your long hair, to feel it silkiness slithering between my fingers. My chest wants to be riddled with goose bumps as your hair teases my skin while you ride me. I want to grab your hair by the nape of your neck and control you with one hand; wherever I want you, you will follow, even if it is to push your face forcefully to the ground, imprisoning you with your ass high in the air, your most sensitive flesh exposed to me, open to me. I want to see your face contort in pain as I drag you by your hair to your destiny. I want to yank your head back by your hair and bite your neck until you cry out in agony. I want to bury my face in it once I am done with you and pull it over me like a shroud, inhaling the sweet, delicate scent of your perfume.
I want to lock your eyes in my gaze as I do unspeakable things to you. I want to see them well with infant tears as I claw at your flesh and I want to drink the ones that are coming to maturation rolling down your cheeks. I want you to cry as I plunder your body and stretch it beyond your wildest imagination. I want to taste the salty remnants of your anguish on my skin.
I want to hunch down with your hips at eye level and peel off your panties and watch them stick to your cunt. I want to bury my face in your crotch and breathe in deeply the scent of Woman. I want to taste the sweet nectar that is weeping from your core and lap at it with long, languid strokes causing your being to shudder. I want to watch, inches away, with rapt attention, as your lips swell, parting to expose the shy pinkness that lies beneath. I want to tease the little nub that emerges and is such a sweet control trigger to your pleasure.
I want to have my head between your thighs in the 69 position, devouring your clit, sucking on it furiously while holding you fast with one arm around your waist and the other around your ass and hips, so that you are unable to get away, forced to endure the almost painful pleasure I give you.
I want to taste the sweetness of your kiss, especially when I manipulate you with excruciating savagery. I want to breathe in your moans of pain and pleasure and I want to muffle the screams of your orgasm with my mouth. Yes, the sound of your coming is the sound I cherish the most. Even when, finally, I enter you, passing your outer lips and take you, all that is on my mind is to hear you sing your pleasure again. And again. And again.
In fact, your seductive song, your heated mewling, and your heart-tearing begging will make any man give up his honor and life to lose himself inside you. I cannot tell you how it makes me feel when you beg and plead. I feel like I am witnessing a force of nature of hunger and yearning. A barely controlled storm that will eat me alive if I allow it, if I am not careful.
I want to surrender control to you in the way a man surrenders to a woman when she takes him in her mouth. I want to feel your tongue undulate against the sensitive underside of my cock while your hands play with my shaft and my balls. I want to throw caution to the wind and grasp your head by your hair and impale you on me. I want to feel your nose against my pelvis and I want to pound your mouth like I want to pound your cunt. I want to lay you on your back on the bed with your head falling off the edge so that your throat is open to me and fuck you. I want to slide into you until there is nothing left of me to bury. I want to feel my scrotum covering your nose and making it hard for you to breathe. I want to grip your throat as you are lying there, not to deprive you of air but to feel the pulsations of my cock jerking inside your throat as I pour myself into you, to feel you swallow me, all of me, to feel you accept me and claim a part of me forever.
I want to lose myself in the deliciously erotic image of you kneeling before me, waiting, wanting to have me in your mouth. From my elevated vantage point, I see the mounds of your breasts jiggling slightly with your movements, I see your long, black hair shrouding your shoulders and I see your little pink tongue tip unconsciously wetting your lips. My cock aches to feel those lips part around it, to feel the texture of your tongue tickling the so sensitive underside. My hands are itching to feel the silky strands of your hair in them as I guide you onto me, sliding in and out, excruciatingly slowly. I can feel every inch of your tongue against me, your lips clamping down, sucking me in. Looking down, I can see the graceful arch of your back, and the swell of your hips and your bottom. Such a delicious, delightful view.
I want to tenderly touch your silky skin, leaving goose bumps in my trail. I want to follow my fingers with my nose and my lips, simply feeling the resilient softness of your curves. I want to be the intrepid explorer of your contour and learn the terrain like a war-lord before he unleashes his army to do battle on it. I want to appreciate the virgin beauty of your unbroken skin and I want to admire my handiwork by the tingling redness and bruises I leave behind.
I want to imprison your arms and your legs, your wrists and your ankles. Delicate and feminine, they are made to embrace me, be it to pull me closer or to vainly push me away. Your little fists, so diminutive in my hands and yet powerful enough to cause me pain when you pound on my chest, so beautiful when they grasp the sheets for leverage or when they clutch my cock, are ultimately useless when I seize your wrists and restrain you, taking you.
I want to spend hours revering your breasts. I want to lay my head on them and rest on the nurturing softness they provide. I want to the your nipples and make them stand up and salute me. I want to suckle them and nurse from them. I want to bite them and torture them. I want to worship them and make your body respond to me without touching any other part of you. I want to make you come just from suckling you. I want to bury my face in your cleavage and feel the warmth radiating from them. I want to feel your nipples graze my chest as you ride me. I want to slap them and watch with glee as your face betrays your shock and they jiggle beneath my touch. I want to own your breasts. I want to make them my toys to play with. I want you to offer them to me.
I want to feel the resilient pliability of your full, enticing breasts, the skin taut and silky and flawless. Your nipples calling out to me that they want, no, that they need to be touched by my fingers, sucked on by my lips, teased by my tongue, desecrated by my teeth. I want to make them my world for a long time, and bask in them and I worship them. I do not want to move on until I feel your hips moving desperately trying to find something, anything, to rub your throbbing wetness against. I want to spank your tits and come on them and scoop up my seed with my fingers and make you lick them clean.
I want to be in the shower with you, standing behind you, lathering your breasts. I want to feel their silky heft, their resilient fullness on the palms of my hands. I want to feel the nipples, slippery with soap, slithering between my fingers. I want to explore your body with my soapy hands, sliding over your waist, down to your hips. I want to feel the silky smooth skin of your thighs and your arms and I want you to lay back your head and rest it on my shoulder while I marvel at your curves. I want to be the one holding the nozzle while you spread your legs to allow access for the stream of water. I want to watch, heady with lust as your body reacts to the stimulation and you are pinching your nipples. I want to be the one holding you as you are shaking after your climax.
I want to lose myself in your weeping snatch. My fingers or my cock, it doesn’t matter–I just need to feel your body wrapping itself around me. I want to reach down and find your soft darkness wet with desire, radiating a heat that seems to draw me in no matter what my own wishes might be. I want to feel your flesh parting for me, letting me in. I have never, and probably never will, felt a greater charge than when my fingers reach for a woman’s core and find it dripping with desire for me. The heat, the softness, the wetness, it all sings a song of welcome and invitation. To push four hungry fingers into you, feeling your velvety internal muscles grip me and your body surround me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. It is something special to dip my fingers into a your body, even more so than my cock. Not necessarily better, just different. A cock is an instrument for pleasure for the owner; it is sensitive to touch and friction, but not in the same way your fingers are. My fingers can appreciate and explore the insides of your body in a way that my cock cannot.
I need to feel the silky walls inside you grip me, something of me. With one arm I want to restrain your wrists, telling you that you are mine, to relax and let me take you. My other hand wants to find the river between your legs and drowns in it. My fingers want to slide inside and as you gasp and heave, they want to dance inside you, stroking, teasing, pleasing all the sensitive spots. When the walls around my fingers collapse almost painfully hard, I kiss you and as you come, you scream your pleasure into my mouth.
When your slippery, wet cunt is more than usually insatiable, when all it can think of is being filled to the brim, to stretch and devour something, anything, to be invaded, I want to be there to fill you. I want to finger fuck you for a long time, until my fingers are looking like prunes and your juices stain not only your thighs but you are creating a wet spot all by yourself. Your mind is screaming for more, exactly what it doesn’t know, just more. Your body is opening up like a flower and feels like you want to invite the whole world in.
I want you to revel in wonderful stretching sensation as I fold my thumb in and push. I want you to feel how your body reacts without conscious thought and it spreads your legs even farther apart, opening up even more. I want you to experience the almost spiritual feeling of being open and receptive when the knuckles of my fist graze your cervix. I want to give you the most immense invader for your muscles to grasp; your labia spreading to accommodate my hand and mercilessly exposing your sensitive little clit to my tongue and my teeth. I want to take you that profoundly.
Even if I would be loathe to remove my fingers from your constricting, hot darkness, my body would be beckoning for entering you urgently, cooling the white-hot painful erection with your own heat. I know the moment–my erection so hard it is almost numb. I could chip away at concrete with it. If you hit it with a hammer, the hammer would dent. The only thing stronger, the only thing that can master that hardness is the soft, silky wetness of your body, juicy and ripe for the taking. The heat radiating from your core so intense that I need not guide myself with my eyes; I can feel your proximity by temperature alone. And as I touch the lips guarding your entrance, and at the moment of contact, nature’s auto-pilot takes over and there is nothing you nor I could do to stop it. At the moment of contact, your fate is sealed. Your body is mine. At the moment of contact, my mind is disconnected from my body and as a passenger, in slow motion, I simply experience the parting of your labia, feeling them cling to my shaft as I slide deeper and deeper into you. I want to feel your body opening up to accommodate me, adjusting itself to allow me in, finally welcoming me.
I want to feed my swollen and antsy cock to you, to have your body surround it just like my soul is surrounded and cradled by your soul. Although sometimes I simply want to unzip my fly and bend the you over and shove my prick into you without circumstance.
I want to spank your lovely round ass while you are lying on your stomach on a bed. I want your thighs parted to accommodate the huge dildo I have slid into you and every spank to cause your pussy to contract around the artificial cock, intensifying your pleasure both inside and on your blistering cheeks while I’m teaching you some much needed patience.
I want to raid your entrance with something almost menacingly big, veined, and built for female pleasure. I imagine your body losing control when I ease the thing into you, thighs opening to let the invader in, hips bucking to accommodate, clit erect and begging for lips to suck on it and teeth to bite it. I imagine the sensations of your body assaulting your mind and shutting it down so that all that remains is a ripe female body, open and receptive, eager to wrap itself around all the pleasure I can push into it.
I want to savor the satisfaction of feeling your body giving itself to me to do with as I please. I want to drink the emotions pumping through your heart. I have the control and patience to truly appreciate the beauty beneath my fingertips. I want you to be a whore in need; just a dirty little tramp not knowing what to do with herself.
The fever in my blood rises every time I think of tenderly make your skin ripple, to ever so gently extract moans and screams of pain-stained pleasure from you. To kiss the sheen of sweat from your forehead and breathe in your spasmic exhales while my hands roam and explore your body to learn its secrets, to find the spots that hurt the most or feel pleasure the most. I want you to gasp in pain at my touch and give your body to me as a sacrifice.
I want to possess you utterly and completely, you eagerly sacrificing yourself on the offering altar of my desire to treasure and use, to cherish and abuse. I want to cut through your skin and nurse your liquid soul like a vampire. To make you cry–oh, God, to make you cry and drink your tears. To stretch your soul and wrap myself in it like a warm blanket. To stretch your flesh and wrap it around my body like a womb. To be shackled to you, addicted to you, and obsessed by you.
I want to succumb to the emotional release of unleashing my inner beast and let him use, abuse, and consume you. To shed my mask and allow the elemental masculine in me dive into the cool, soothing pool of the elemental feminine in you. To envelop myself in the soft radiance of your pleasure and pain. To drink your tears and lap at your nectar. To be chained by your yielding flesh and soft touch. To possess and to be possessed.
Can you handle being taken that deeply?
I want to lock your eyes in my gaze as I do unspeakable things to you. I want to see them well with infant tears as I claw at your flesh and I want to drink the ones that are coming to maturation rolling down your cheeks. I want you to cry as I plunder your body and stretch it beyond your wildest imagination. I want to taste the salty remnants of your anguish on my skin.
I want to hunch down with your hips at eye level and peel off your panties and watch them stick to your cunt. I want to bury my face in your crotch and breathe in deeply the scent of Woman. I want to taste the sweet nectar that is weeping from your core and lap at it with long, languid strokes causing your being to shudder. I want to watch, inches away, with rapt attention, as your lips swell, parting to expose the shy pinkness that lies beneath. I want to tease the little nub that emerges and is such a sweet control trigger to your pleasure.
I want to have my head between your thighs in the 69 position, devouring your clit, sucking on it furiously while holding you fast with one arm around your waist and the other around your ass and hips, so that you are unable to get away, forced to endure the almost painful pleasure I give you.
I want to taste the sweetness of your kiss, especially when I manipulate you with excruciating savagery. I want to breathe in your moans of pain and pleasure and I want to muffle the screams of your orgasm with my mouth. Yes, the sound of your coming is the sound I cherish the most. Even when, finally, I enter you, passing your outer lips and take you, all that is on my mind is to hear you sing your pleasure again. And again. And again.
In fact, your seductive song, your heated mewling, and your heart-tearing begging will make any man give up his honor and life to lose himself inside you. I cannot tell you how it makes me feel when you beg and plead. I feel like I am witnessing a force of nature of hunger and yearning. A barely controlled storm that will eat me alive if I allow it, if I am not careful.
I want to surrender control to you in the way a man surrenders to a woman when she takes him in her mouth. I want to feel your tongue undulate against the sensitive underside of my cock while your hands play with my shaft and my balls. I want to throw caution to the wind and grasp your head by your hair and impale you on me. I want to feel your nose against my pelvis and I want to pound your mouth like I want to pound your cunt. I want to lay you on your back on the bed with your head falling off the edge so that your throat is open to me and fuck you. I want to slide into you until there is nothing left of me to bury. I want to feel my scrotum covering your nose and making it hard for you to breathe. I want to grip your throat as you are lying there, not to deprive you of air but to feel the pulsations of my cock jerking inside your throat as I pour myself into you, to feel you swallow me, all of me, to feel you accept me and claim a part of me forever.
I want to lose myself in the deliciously erotic image of you kneeling before me, waiting, wanting to have me in your mouth. From my elevated vantage point, I see the mounds of your breasts jiggling slightly with your movements, I see your long, black hair shrouding your shoulders and I see your little pink tongue tip unconsciously wetting your lips. My cock aches to feel those lips part around it, to feel the texture of your tongue tickling the so sensitive underside. My hands are itching to feel the silky strands of your hair in them as I guide you onto me, sliding in and out, excruciatingly slowly. I can feel every inch of your tongue against me, your lips clamping down, sucking me in. Looking down, I can see the graceful arch of your back, and the swell of your hips and your bottom. Such a delicious, delightful view.
I want to tenderly touch your silky skin, leaving goose bumps in my trail. I want to follow my fingers with my nose and my lips, simply feeling the resilient softness of your curves. I want to be the intrepid explorer of your contour and learn the terrain like a war-lord before he unleashes his army to do battle on it. I want to appreciate the virgin beauty of your unbroken skin and I want to admire my handiwork by the tingling redness and bruises I leave behind.
I want to imprison your arms and your legs, your wrists and your ankles. Delicate and feminine, they are made to embrace me, be it to pull me closer or to vainly push me away. Your little fists, so diminutive in my hands and yet powerful enough to cause me pain when you pound on my chest, so beautiful when they grasp the sheets for leverage or when they clutch my cock, are ultimately useless when I seize your wrists and restrain you, taking you.
I want to spend hours revering your breasts. I want to lay my head on them and rest on the nurturing softness they provide. I want to the your nipples and make them stand up and salute me. I want to suckle them and nurse from them. I want to bite them and torture them. I want to worship them and make your body respond to me without touching any other part of you. I want to make you come just from suckling you. I want to bury my face in your cleavage and feel the warmth radiating from them. I want to feel your nipples graze my chest as you ride me. I want to slap them and watch with glee as your face betrays your shock and they jiggle beneath my touch. I want to own your breasts. I want to make them my toys to play with. I want you to offer them to me.
I want to feel the resilient pliability of your full, enticing breasts, the skin taut and silky and flawless. Your nipples calling out to me that they want, no, that they need to be touched by my fingers, sucked on by my lips, teased by my tongue, desecrated by my teeth. I want to make them my world for a long time, and bask in them and I worship them. I do not want to move on until I feel your hips moving desperately trying to find something, anything, to rub your throbbing wetness against. I want to spank your tits and come on them and scoop up my seed with my fingers and make you lick them clean.
I want to be in the shower with you, standing behind you, lathering your breasts. I want to feel their silky heft, their resilient fullness on the palms of my hands. I want to feel the nipples, slippery with soap, slithering between my fingers. I want to explore your body with my soapy hands, sliding over your waist, down to your hips. I want to feel the silky smooth skin of your thighs and your arms and I want you to lay back your head and rest it on my shoulder while I marvel at your curves. I want to be the one holding the nozzle while you spread your legs to allow access for the stream of water. I want to watch, heady with lust as your body reacts to the stimulation and you are pinching your nipples. I want to be the one holding you as you are shaking after your climax.
I want to lose myself in your weeping snatch. My fingers or my cock, it doesn’t matter–I just need to feel your body wrapping itself around me. I want to reach down and find your soft darkness wet with desire, radiating a heat that seems to draw me in no matter what my own wishes might be. I want to feel your flesh parting for me, letting me in. I have never, and probably never will, felt a greater charge than when my fingers reach for a woman’s core and find it dripping with desire for me. The heat, the softness, the wetness, it all sings a song of welcome and invitation. To push four hungry fingers into you, feeling your velvety internal muscles grip me and your body surround me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. It is something special to dip my fingers into a your body, even more so than my cock. Not necessarily better, just different. A cock is an instrument for pleasure for the owner; it is sensitive to touch and friction, but not in the same way your fingers are. My fingers can appreciate and explore the insides of your body in a way that my cock cannot.
I need to feel the silky walls inside you grip me, something of me. With one arm I want to restrain your wrists, telling you that you are mine, to relax and let me take you. My other hand wants to find the river between your legs and drowns in it. My fingers want to slide inside and as you gasp and heave, they want to dance inside you, stroking, teasing, pleasing all the sensitive spots. When the walls around my fingers collapse almost painfully hard, I kiss you and as you come, you scream your pleasure into my mouth.
When your slippery, wet cunt is more than usually insatiable, when all it can think of is being filled to the brim, to stretch and devour something, anything, to be invaded, I want to be there to fill you. I want to finger fuck you for a long time, until my fingers are looking like prunes and your juices stain not only your thighs but you are creating a wet spot all by yourself. Your mind is screaming for more, exactly what it doesn’t know, just more. Your body is opening up like a flower and feels like you want to invite the whole world in.
I want you to revel in wonderful stretching sensation as I fold my thumb in and push. I want you to feel how your body reacts without conscious thought and it spreads your legs even farther apart, opening up even more. I want you to experience the almost spiritual feeling of being open and receptive when the knuckles of my fist graze your cervix. I want to give you the most immense invader for your muscles to grasp; your labia spreading to accommodate my hand and mercilessly exposing your sensitive little clit to my tongue and my teeth. I want to take you that profoundly.
Even if I would be loathe to remove my fingers from your constricting, hot darkness, my body would be beckoning for entering you urgently, cooling the white-hot painful erection with your own heat. I know the moment–my erection so hard it is almost numb. I could chip away at concrete with it. If you hit it with a hammer, the hammer would dent. The only thing stronger, the only thing that can master that hardness is the soft, silky wetness of your body, juicy and ripe for the taking. The heat radiating from your core so intense that I need not guide myself with my eyes; I can feel your proximity by temperature alone. And as I touch the lips guarding your entrance, and at the moment of contact, nature’s auto-pilot takes over and there is nothing you nor I could do to stop it. At the moment of contact, your fate is sealed. Your body is mine. At the moment of contact, my mind is disconnected from my body and as a passenger, in slow motion, I simply experience the parting of your labia, feeling them cling to my shaft as I slide deeper and deeper into you. I want to feel your body opening up to accommodate me, adjusting itself to allow me in, finally welcoming me.
I want to feed my swollen and antsy cock to you, to have your body surround it just like my soul is surrounded and cradled by your soul. Although sometimes I simply want to unzip my fly and bend the you over and shove my prick into you without circumstance.
I want to spank your lovely round ass while you are lying on your stomach on a bed. I want your thighs parted to accommodate the huge dildo I have slid into you and every spank to cause your pussy to contract around the artificial cock, intensifying your pleasure both inside and on your blistering cheeks while I’m teaching you some much needed patience.
I want to raid your entrance with something almost menacingly big, veined, and built for female pleasure. I imagine your body losing control when I ease the thing into you, thighs opening to let the invader in, hips bucking to accommodate, clit erect and begging for lips to suck on it and teeth to bite it. I imagine the sensations of your body assaulting your mind and shutting it down so that all that remains is a ripe female body, open and receptive, eager to wrap itself around all the pleasure I can push into it.
I want to savor the satisfaction of feeling your body giving itself to me to do with as I please. I want to drink the emotions pumping through your heart. I have the control and patience to truly appreciate the beauty beneath my fingertips. I want you to be a whore in need; just a dirty little tramp not knowing what to do with herself.
The fever in my blood rises every time I think of tenderly make your skin ripple, to ever so gently extract moans and screams of pain-stained pleasure from you. To kiss the sheen of sweat from your forehead and breathe in your spasmic exhales while my hands roam and explore your body to learn its secrets, to find the spots that hurt the most or feel pleasure the most. I want you to gasp in pain at my touch and give your body to me as a sacrifice.
I want to possess you utterly and completely, you eagerly sacrificing yourself on the offering altar of my desire to treasure and use, to cherish and abuse. I want to cut through your skin and nurse your liquid soul like a vampire. To make you cry–oh, God, to make you cry and drink your tears. To stretch your soul and wrap myself in it like a warm blanket. To stretch your flesh and wrap it around my body like a womb. To be shackled to you, addicted to you, and obsessed by you.
I want to succumb to the emotional release of unleashing my inner beast and let him use, abuse, and consume you. To shed my mask and allow the elemental masculine in me dive into the cool, soothing pool of the elemental feminine in you. To envelop myself in the soft radiance of your pleasure and pain. To drink your tears and lap at your nectar. To be chained by your yielding flesh and soft touch. To possess and to be possessed.
Can you handle being taken that deeply?
POETRY: I ALREADY LOVED YOU
When i tell you that
I love you.
I don't mean to
Scare you.
I just want you to know how
I feel.
Even if
You don't feel the same.
Because it's just something
I have to say.
I know I don't show my affections, that's because
I'm scared.
Scared that if I do
I will be hurt again.
As I've been before.
I know that in life I'm supposed to experience
HURT and PAIN.
But it's happened so many times I don't want to experience it
Anymore.
Now all I want to experience is
LOVE.
The one thing I've only experienced three times in
My whole life.
One thing is, I was always the one loving and no one was loving
Me back.
So in my final words I say...
I LOVE YOU!
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If love were a song
it would flow in sweetness
into heart pounding crescendo;
Mixed with measures
of sadness and sorrow,
intertwined with notes
of bubbly laughter.
If love were a flower,
could a single blossom do justice?
Or, would it take a bouquet
of Rose, Daisy and Sunflower
with a bit of Lilac,
Honeysuckle and Forget-me-not?
Can love be compared
to a single thing?
Is love not varied
as colors on the artist's palette?
Each blending or standing alone
to make the portrait unique.
Of the thousands of words
sung, written or spoken,
not a single one
has fully captured
love's essence and fire.
The power of one small word,
this being 'love'.
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Before my eyes touched you
With sweetness,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before my hands caressed yours
Like the petals of roses
Caress each other,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before I turned you on
With a lovely kiss,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before my body trembled with yours
With the cunning contact of your
Caresses,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
4
Together we have found the finest love offers
The desolate emptiness, a thing of the past
Days are now filled with joy and contentment
Happiness
To wake every morning and feel your sweet touch
To spend our days laughing, loving, and caring
To fall asleep gently in your tender arms
The joy of knowing that we are together
Always
To know you are with me in all that I do
Our thoughts together
United
One soul, one love, one heart
Forever
PART II
I cherish every word of affirmation you have given me;
I cherish the love you have choosen to share so free.
I cherish the way you rub my body down after we make love;
The way you caress and hold my body tight, like hand in glove.
I cherish the sweet scent of your whisper,
when you say I love you;
I cherish the way you lift my spirit;
my troubles you usher me through.
I cherish the love for me that fills your heart;
I have even learned to chersh the times when we are apart.
I love you with my mind, heart, body and soul;
Together we can cherish one another until we are old.
5
My open arms lead you to my heart
There you will find your special place
True completeness.
My outstretched hand leads you to my soul
There you will find my inner most true feelings
Two souls connecting.
My warm words tell you I love you
An emotion so strong, a feeling so intense
Complete joy, absolute bliss.
6
Sitting here, closing my eyes,
I can remember the void once in me.
Despair not from ever not having,
But a sadness over something missing.
Tears would sometimes fill my eyes,
But for strength the river never ran.
Bottled up inside
A misery, a gloom... melancholy just loomed.
It is so strange how a cup is filled,
That shape, an empty vessel being devoured.
A gift of life,
Replacing the emptiness of nothing
Misery no more!!
As water overflows this vessel.
Happiness is drenched
For the missing has been found.
7
In your arms, I've found the peace and understanding
I've wanted for so long.
In your arms, I've felt the warmth and passion
I've needed to help me feel alive.
In your arms, I've learned what true love really is.
I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life
in your arms,
8
There's a feeling that is deep inside of me,
One that I just can't let go free.
It's one that has made part of who I am today,
How I would love, not, to feel this way.
The feeling that I'm speaking of is one that will always be there,
No matter the time or day,
No matter what I do or say.
I will always know the pain that it leaves everyday.
The feeling that I'm describing is one I wish I never had to,
It's one that will break your heart.
It will tear the world you know in two,
It will happen before you even have a clue.
It remains with you, even within your dreams,
It makes you wake up feeling like screaming.
It will take your restful nights & turn them into nightmares,
All of this, to me, is not fair.
Is this the way that it's supposed to be?
This I ask you.
It's all because of one painful feeling,
The one I will always fear...
The feeling of not being wanted
9
When things appear to not fall your way,
And no one?s by your side;
I would, for you.
When you feel the world?s weight
And you think that no one?s there;
I would, for you.
I would for you do anything
To bring back your sweet smile.
When life?s no good
And you feel so sad;
I would for you.
Awake at night; and,
No one?s around and,
You?re feeling blue; and,
Looking at the wall,
Trying not to ball;
I would, I would?
For you I?d call; and,
Take away the pain and,
Lay by your side,
Reassure your life and,
Keep you alive;
I would, for you.
Looking in your eyes,
I see the way that you despise,
What we?re about to do; and,
I decide that,
For you I would; I would.
With our clothes back on you,
Look in my eyes and,
Give me a smile and,
There?s no denial that,
Your love for me is,
My love for you is, true, and,
Know that I would for you,
I would, for you.
10
A dozen red roses and some light whipped cream
A dab there, a dab here and just a gentle nibble on her ear
A few tender kisses on her red lips
And I know deep in my heart she will never resist
As I move on, our love elevates higher
And each of us knows this is our wildest desire
Our passion develops like a hot raging fire
I can see this will be our most intimate hour
As we reach the end, our bodies quake
This uncontrollable urge that couldn't be faked
We fall asleep in each other's arms
Clinging to each other till morning's early dawn
We know deep in our hearts that this was the real thing
And never was an intimate dream
11
The autumn sky loomed above me
As I trod on this lonely garden.
The icy wind breezed pass the trees;
Their branches swayed wistfully.
I went farther into the deep recesses
Until I came upon a tree,
Just below it sat a flower,
A flower so unusual, yet so familiar.
I picked it up and smelled its fragrance;
In the drop of a hat, I was put in a trance.
I breathed the season wind many autumn days ago,
I felt your hair slapping against my face,
My lips touched the moist sweetness of your skin,
Our hands clasped tightly
As our bodies lay close together.
A tingle of warm sensation surged through my body;
Tears welled in my eyes.
The wind patted me gently
And whispered words of comfort in my ears.
I heaved a miserable sigh
And blew the flower up in the sky.
I raised my hand to bid it farewell
As it flowed reluctantly with the wind.
The breeze now grew stronger,
The leaves began to fall;
They scattered and fluttered in mid air
Until the wind carried them to their places
Where they sat magically
Silently and still.
12
A woman leaves me much in awe,
Like nature's spring and winters thaw.
She's persistent like the driven snow,
Yet, still, can backtrack with the flow.
When she smiles, she lights the world,
And leaves it with it's flags unfurled.
She is really of a different ilk,
She's soft and smooth like untouched silk.
Her eyes are bright and always trusting,
She does not see when we are lusting.
She does not think about us much,
Until we get too close, and touch.
It's then her body warms like fire,
Inside a seething, deep desire.
With each touch this fire grows,
Until her body overflows.
It's not too hard for me to see,
That she's much more than ecstasy.
She is beauty to the Nth degree,
My every waking fantasy.
13
Her essence rises and touches me softly
As her expression lures me inside her voice
Whispering of all the magical places untraveled
Guiding me to the paths of the unknown and unseen
She gazes down deep within the recesses of my soul
Taking hold gently as she embraces all of me with just a touch
Within the folds of my budding consciousness of her near me
She awakens the darkness and a surrounding light she unfolds
Her essence rises and entrances me entirely
With it she moves me like no other has ever done
For she has come to birth the very core of my being
Giving life to what once was hardened and gone
She comforts me in my moments of discouragement
Singing a song that soothes my heart and my mind
Words spoken with whispers of loving seen within her
Heartfelt voices of the longing she has shared from inside
Her essence rises and I know that she is the one
As I have never felt my world break away in so many ways
Releasing each single part of everything that I am
In return giving freely to building my world around her
14
When one single minute
With sixty seconds in it
Can seem like an eternity
Within the heart of me
It makes me realize
How precious to me you are
Those beautiful hazel eyes
That twinkle like the brightest star
I love you with all my heart; I love you with all my soul
I love everything about you; I love you from head to toe
I just want you to know
That nothing bad will ever happen to you
This, I make, as a promise from my heart
That would take a bullet for you
I just want you now
You don't know how
Much you make me
Feel everything
Your love, I truly treasure
Your warmth, your tenderness
Takes me back to those sixty seconds again
That I feel within your kiss
I love you.
I don't mean to
Scare you.
I just want you to know how
I feel.
Even if
You don't feel the same.
Because it's just something
I have to say.
I know I don't show my affections, that's because
I'm scared.
Scared that if I do
I will be hurt again.
As I've been before.
I know that in life I'm supposed to experience
HURT and PAIN.
But it's happened so many times I don't want to experience it
Anymore.
Now all I want to experience is
LOVE.
The one thing I've only experienced three times in
My whole life.
One thing is, I was always the one loving and no one was loving
Me back.
So in my final words I say...
I LOVE YOU!
2
If love were a song
it would flow in sweetness
into heart pounding crescendo;
Mixed with measures
of sadness and sorrow,
intertwined with notes
of bubbly laughter.
If love were a flower,
could a single blossom do justice?
Or, would it take a bouquet
of Rose, Daisy and Sunflower
with a bit of Lilac,
Honeysuckle and Forget-me-not?
Can love be compared
to a single thing?
Is love not varied
as colors on the artist's palette?
Each blending or standing alone
to make the portrait unique.
Of the thousands of words
sung, written or spoken,
not a single one
has fully captured
love's essence and fire.
The power of one small word,
this being 'love'.
3
Before my eyes touched you
With sweetness,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before my hands caressed yours
Like the petals of roses
Caress each other,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before I turned you on
With a lovely kiss,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
Before my body trembled with yours
With the cunning contact of your
Caresses,
I ALREADY LOVED YOU.
4
Together we have found the finest love offers
The desolate emptiness, a thing of the past
Days are now filled with joy and contentment
Happiness
To wake every morning and feel your sweet touch
To spend our days laughing, loving, and caring
To fall asleep gently in your tender arms
The joy of knowing that we are together
Always
To know you are with me in all that I do
Our thoughts together
United
One soul, one love, one heart
Forever
PART II
I cherish every word of affirmation you have given me;
I cherish the love you have choosen to share so free.
I cherish the way you rub my body down after we make love;
The way you caress and hold my body tight, like hand in glove.
I cherish the sweet scent of your whisper,
when you say I love you;
I cherish the way you lift my spirit;
my troubles you usher me through.
I cherish the love for me that fills your heart;
I have even learned to chersh the times when we are apart.
I love you with my mind, heart, body and soul;
Together we can cherish one another until we are old.
5
My open arms lead you to my heart
There you will find your special place
True completeness.
My outstretched hand leads you to my soul
There you will find my inner most true feelings
Two souls connecting.
My warm words tell you I love you
An emotion so strong, a feeling so intense
Complete joy, absolute bliss.
6
Sitting here, closing my eyes,
I can remember the void once in me.
Despair not from ever not having,
But a sadness over something missing.
Tears would sometimes fill my eyes,
But for strength the river never ran.
Bottled up inside
A misery, a gloom... melancholy just loomed.
It is so strange how a cup is filled,
That shape, an empty vessel being devoured.
A gift of life,
Replacing the emptiness of nothing
Misery no more!!
As water overflows this vessel.
Happiness is drenched
For the missing has been found.
7
In your arms, I've found the peace and understanding
I've wanted for so long.
In your arms, I've felt the warmth and passion
I've needed to help me feel alive.
In your arms, I've learned what true love really is.
I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life
in your arms,
8
There's a feeling that is deep inside of me,
One that I just can't let go free.
It's one that has made part of who I am today,
How I would love, not, to feel this way.
The feeling that I'm speaking of is one that will always be there,
No matter the time or day,
No matter what I do or say.
I will always know the pain that it leaves everyday.
The feeling that I'm describing is one I wish I never had to,
It's one that will break your heart.
It will tear the world you know in two,
It will happen before you even have a clue.
It remains with you, even within your dreams,
It makes you wake up feeling like screaming.
It will take your restful nights & turn them into nightmares,
All of this, to me, is not fair.
Is this the way that it's supposed to be?
This I ask you.
It's all because of one painful feeling,
The one I will always fear...
The feeling of not being wanted
9
When things appear to not fall your way,
And no one?s by your side;
I would, for you.
When you feel the world?s weight
And you think that no one?s there;
I would, for you.
I would for you do anything
To bring back your sweet smile.
When life?s no good
And you feel so sad;
I would for you.
Awake at night; and,
No one?s around and,
You?re feeling blue; and,
Looking at the wall,
Trying not to ball;
I would, I would?
For you I?d call; and,
Take away the pain and,
Lay by your side,
Reassure your life and,
Keep you alive;
I would, for you.
Looking in your eyes,
I see the way that you despise,
What we?re about to do; and,
I decide that,
For you I would; I would.
With our clothes back on you,
Look in my eyes and,
Give me a smile and,
There?s no denial that,
Your love for me is,
My love for you is, true, and,
Know that I would for you,
I would, for you.
10
A dozen red roses and some light whipped cream
A dab there, a dab here and just a gentle nibble on her ear
A few tender kisses on her red lips
And I know deep in my heart she will never resist
As I move on, our love elevates higher
And each of us knows this is our wildest desire
Our passion develops like a hot raging fire
I can see this will be our most intimate hour
As we reach the end, our bodies quake
This uncontrollable urge that couldn't be faked
We fall asleep in each other's arms
Clinging to each other till morning's early dawn
We know deep in our hearts that this was the real thing
And never was an intimate dream
11
The autumn sky loomed above me
As I trod on this lonely garden.
The icy wind breezed pass the trees;
Their branches swayed wistfully.
I went farther into the deep recesses
Until I came upon a tree,
Just below it sat a flower,
A flower so unusual, yet so familiar.
I picked it up and smelled its fragrance;
In the drop of a hat, I was put in a trance.
I breathed the season wind many autumn days ago,
I felt your hair slapping against my face,
My lips touched the moist sweetness of your skin,
Our hands clasped tightly
As our bodies lay close together.
A tingle of warm sensation surged through my body;
Tears welled in my eyes.
The wind patted me gently
And whispered words of comfort in my ears.
I heaved a miserable sigh
And blew the flower up in the sky.
I raised my hand to bid it farewell
As it flowed reluctantly with the wind.
The breeze now grew stronger,
The leaves began to fall;
They scattered and fluttered in mid air
Until the wind carried them to their places
Where they sat magically
Silently and still.
12
A woman leaves me much in awe,
Like nature's spring and winters thaw.
She's persistent like the driven snow,
Yet, still, can backtrack with the flow.
When she smiles, she lights the world,
And leaves it with it's flags unfurled.
She is really of a different ilk,
She's soft and smooth like untouched silk.
Her eyes are bright and always trusting,
She does not see when we are lusting.
She does not think about us much,
Until we get too close, and touch.
It's then her body warms like fire,
Inside a seething, deep desire.
With each touch this fire grows,
Until her body overflows.
It's not too hard for me to see,
That she's much more than ecstasy.
She is beauty to the Nth degree,
My every waking fantasy.
13
Her essence rises and touches me softly
As her expression lures me inside her voice
Whispering of all the magical places untraveled
Guiding me to the paths of the unknown and unseen
She gazes down deep within the recesses of my soul
Taking hold gently as she embraces all of me with just a touch
Within the folds of my budding consciousness of her near me
She awakens the darkness and a surrounding light she unfolds
Her essence rises and entrances me entirely
With it she moves me like no other has ever done
For she has come to birth the very core of my being
Giving life to what once was hardened and gone
She comforts me in my moments of discouragement
Singing a song that soothes my heart and my mind
Words spoken with whispers of loving seen within her
Heartfelt voices of the longing she has shared from inside
Her essence rises and I know that she is the one
As I have never felt my world break away in so many ways
Releasing each single part of everything that I am
In return giving freely to building my world around her
14
When one single minute
With sixty seconds in it
Can seem like an eternity
Within the heart of me
It makes me realize
How precious to me you are
Those beautiful hazel eyes
That twinkle like the brightest star
I love you with all my heart; I love you with all my soul
I love everything about you; I love you from head to toe
I just want you to know
That nothing bad will ever happen to you
This, I make, as a promise from my heart
That would take a bullet for you
I just want you now
You don't know how
Much you make me
Feel everything
Your love, I truly treasure
Your warmth, your tenderness
Takes me back to those sixty seconds again
That I feel within your kiss
POETRY: I DREAM OF YOU
I have found you
in the cold of
a December's night
Among the frosty
shadows of a
monastic tower
In the long nights
of eternal cold
In the windy corridors of
gothic gloom
Here I found you my love
Where least
to expect it
I have found you
in the pink haze
of a Spring evening
In the long valley
of hidden veils
Here, among the
shadowy poplars
Tranquil and pale
in a pillared palace
Yes, here I found you
in that splendor of
an ancient culture
Here I found you
again my love
I have found you
in the summer orange
sky
Your softness glistening
in the sun's dying kiss
The heat sizzling as you
glided enchantingly
in a dream of purple dusk,
the sound of surf sighing
relentlessly
In a whisper, a caress
breathing deeply
of the salty night air
Here,
we consummated
our beginning in
endless loving
2
My heart stops when you look into my eyes;
I see into your soul. The world seems silent,
then as your touch embraces my body, passion fills my spirit.
As I graciously rub my hand across your face and gently kiss you lips,
I find the true meaning of love. You
complete my thoughts and fulfill my desires,
for now I know, you complete me!
3
I have this poem written,
for your heart to hear
and bring a smile on your face.
It's how much you have captured my heart,
with beauty I see inside you.
I know now that God has made you special,
for a time like this,
when the world is covered with darkness.
He has kept your candle burning.
He has cleansed your heart which he treasures.
Like a pearl you are to Him and me,
a treasure from a deep see.
I have searched the seven seas,
and have found you in a stream of waters.
You have broken the chains of darkness,
by your love and concern for me.
At a thought of losing you, my world fades away.
The thoughts in my heart, are the tears in my eyes.
Not the ones of sorrow, but of joy and peace.
I have you now and I'll keep you forever,
for as long as love endures.
I shall walk that valley of death,
crossing the boundary of life
just to find you once again.
As the stars cannot hide themselves,
neither shall I hide myself from you.
You have made a print on my soul,
like a name written in a book,
keeping the memories of you for eternity.
4
What have you done to me?
My dreams are not my own anymore.
I can't seem to wake up...
I feel the waves crashing round me...
I feel the storm rising up...
I feel so safe near you...
and, yet, I feel alone in this raging
mixture of desire and fear overwhelming me...
Will you be there to hang onto me...?
or will I face this alone...
I try to wake myself...
tell myself this isn't real...
but when the pain comes rushing in... I know...
I feel the racing of my own heart... and know...
I know that only I can save me...
I know I have to do this on my own...
I know I have to overcome this storm...
but can't you believe me
I'm so afraid...
The pounding of my own heart terrifies me...
the tears that fill my eyes burn like acid...
The scars I feel forming on my heart are thick and hard
I feel battleworn...
I need your healing touch to make me pliable again...
A tree that doesn't bend cannot survive a storm...
help me to survive...
I don't want to come crashing down in rubble...
I don't want you to leave me in a heap of ruin...
wake me please, show me that the storm is only a dream...
show me you love me...
show me you will hold my hand...
show me I can conquer this...
show me you are real and not a phantom of my dreams...
don't let me dream to escape...
give me reality...
give me love....
that's all I want... just your love.
5
The joint of two souls
They begin to connect connect
Let me know what is beautiful about her?
A sound?,
Sight?
Feel?
Contentment to the soul
Beauty resides, on the whole
Your eyes, the unique window, to a place,
PART II
Whenever I capture your exquisite bodily assets
With each blink of my eye,
Or whenever I take in your voice,
Which is never too low nor too high...
Whenever I gaze into your congenial hazel eyes,
I often see how much you mean to me,
But most important, I see poetry.
When you awaken every morning
With a smile so enchanting,
I often do see poetry.
When you position your head beside mine,
And then we kiss avidly for our very first time,
I see poetry.
Whenever you speak to me with those tender soft lips,
I always feel like I love you more,
I see poetry.
I see poetry.
6
I love you," has been said
so many times before
yet, for all the times it has been said
no one has meant it more.
When I say, "I love you,"
I mean it in every way.
I love you for the way you look,
for what you do and say.
Now you know I love you
and you're whom I adore.
You know that I'm in love with you
and will love you... forevermore.
7
I want to breathe
your fragrance in my dreams
and embrace the twilight
that glimmers in your eyes
I want to become snowflakes
falling ... falling
melting into the hollows of your body
Your far flung music
haunts my sleep
like waves arising
from a tumultuous sea
But you are beyond my touch
like the vast overarching sky
or a rainbow, whose colors
fade into dusk
I can recall your softness,
and those quiet mornings
when we felt our oneness
Where have you gone?
Are you alone now?
Do you still feel
my hands reaching for you
in the stillness of night?
8
Oh to be the wine she sips,
to touch, again, forbidden lips...
To be the robin she sees in spring
that warms her heart
when she hears him sing.
Yesterdays, yesterdays, where did you go?
With your warm summer skies
and your soft summer nights...
and the lovers that pleasured me so...
9
The fragrance of her hair
Returns in silken morphine clouds
Spreading through the moonlit air
In warm descending shrouds,
Warm, that whimsical thigh
Tempting as lilac fields
Flashing through her summer dress
The fire she conceals,
Tall the grass that waves
Like a river at her hips
Fresh as falling rain
When then she surges to my lips
And tender in a twilight quest
Around each other something slips
And deep in love is pressed,
Ah, the hours fly as there I lie
Upon her breast,
Breathing in her fragrant sigh
Entangled and caressed,
Till a thunder drawing yonder
That was physically expressed
Left us well-exhausted
There beneath the stars at rest.
10
Leaving my love,
is like departing for war.
Leaving her arms as
she locks the door.
Walking down the street,
all I can hear
Is her heart beat,
as it pounds in fear.
I hear the sound of a whisper,
or is it a whimper,
I think,
I hear,
I love you.
11
Dream my love,
by flickering candlelight,
where magic comes
mistily within your sight.
Where I can meet you
on the other side of day,
and we can love again,
feel free to laugh and play.
I am waiting for you there;
listen, my voice rides the wind,
and my arms embrace
the warmth of your soul once again.
Lightning stikes to show the way
into mystic dreams for you and I;
It is the world of my domain where
words flow into whispered sighs.
For there I shall love you,
I am yours and you are mine,
Inside a dream or daylights glow;
we will live forever all through time.
12
Your beauty is in your love;
I am amazed every time I feel it.
Thank you for allowing one so humble
The pleasure of sharing the greatest love on earth.
My love feeds on your acceptance;
The more you accept it, the stronger it gets.
13
Your ways are all your own
And that is why I love them
Everything you do is done with care
That is why I respect you
And even why I love you
I love you and your ways...
14
you are the omega of my heart
the foundation of my conception of my love
when i think of what a real man should be
it is YOU i first think of
u will never fully understand
how deeply i love you
i worry that we will grow apart
and i will end up losing you
you are my heart in human form
a lover, i could NEVER replace.
i love you
15
A look into your eyes is pure ecstasy.
It delivers my subconscious to that blissful paradise
Found within my heart.
A look into your eyes
Is a look into the darkness of the night;
Unknown and unexpecting.
Yet, a look into your dark pools of infinity
Bestow upon me a sweet sense of tranquility and passion.
Feelings of desire overcome my own self-existence.
A look into your eyes engulfs me
In a fantasy where you and I are ceaselessly
In love
And quarantined from all the evil
And malicious ways of humanity.
All resistance disintegrates
As we immerse ourselves into each other's actuality.
I drift away in a sea of twilight
As you slowly and voluptuously seduce me
Through a maze of sensorial entanglement
That leaves me gasping (for an opportunity
To re-meditate the situation)
But then,
I look deeply into your eyes
And I know the love I feel for you
Isn't going to disappear.
It is destined to go on and fulfill my every wish.
And I do believe
With all of my heart,
Loving you is a resolution that I can savor.
So when I look into your eyes,
I remind myself how much I am truly
In love with you.
POETRY: TRY TO IMAGINE HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME
My love lies
quiet and still.
Even the hair is limp;
the strands
passing through my fingers
with no resistance
to lay as they have fallen,
upon love's unmoving skin.
I, marveling that
love could ever
be so singly still,
trace my finger
down the nose
across the cheek,
causing not a twitch
or even blink or smile,
as I remember love's sweet smiles.
As I turn away
not bearing to disturb
this solemn deep repose
How my love stirs her...
2
I want you in every way,
beyond what my academic mind can understand,
more than my lips can form words to say.
I want to do things for you that no one has ever done,
melt with you until we're one.
I will dance with dragons to make you smile,
swallow fire for your pleasure.
Shed blood or tears for you,
swim oceans beyond measure.
Let me be your lover-savior-friend.
Place your hand in mine... and let us begin.
Let me take you to a place where only we can go.
A place that's never cold,
with velvet ground and purple sky.
Forever-never will you cry.
Let me kiss away your pain,
take away all your rain,
let me make you whole again.
In lives past, maybe, I fought for you
with trusty horse and sword
or just fought for what was true
and you were my reward
Why else would I be so blessed with you
I'm just one imperfect man
so many things I still can't do,
plenty I still don't understand....
3
There is poetry in your eyes every time you look at me,
and in your lips, the poems of Neruda are materialized.
They are your eyes... two poems of celestial beauty...
with the infinite depth of the sea in their awakening.
There is poetry in your lips every time you kiss me,
and in your mouth, the soft breath of your soul is revealed.
Sweet lips are your's, impregnated with the honeys of love.
Moist and tender lips, a permanent invitation to kiss.!
There is poetry in your body every time you walk!
You are perfect harmony walking down the street.
With each step you give, your shade writes a poem.
A Goddess's body is yours...
work, perfect of God, in the still of the afternoon!
There is poetry in your mouth every time you smile at me.
And in your lips the smile is drawn of the, "I love you!"
While you exist; your smile, you will exist... woman!
And while you exist, "woman", will always be poetry!
4
The yearning
deep inside my heart
won't stop as long
as we're apart.
The longing
my body has to endure
will end next summer
and that's for sure.
But the love
I feel deep inside of me
will rest there
tilL eternity!
5
Do not imagine, because you find these lines in your journal that I have been trespassing. You know I have not – and where else shall I leave a love letter? For I long to write you a love-letter tonight. You are all about me – I seem to breathe you, hear you, feel you in me and of me. What am I doing here? You are away. I have seen you in the train, at the station, driving up, sitting in the lamplight, talking, greeting people, washing your hands… And I am here – in your tent – sitting at your table.
6
The experience
of love
is what makes one happy
to the core of one's being
beyond
all shadows of doubt
and concern
everyone should have at least
the touch
of one love
in their life
if for only once
for the feeling of
beauty of the heart
and mind
held together with
an arrow
of unknowing
7
Do you see something
I don't seem to see,
Something so remarkable,
you fell in love with me?
I don't understand what I have,
I don't understand what I give,
But if it holds on to someone like you,
I'm glad I live the way I live!
Because you lift up your spirits
and make me smile every day,
I dream about you when I sleep,
and every night I pray;
To spend one more day with you
and not lose my only heart,
Because your beautiful eyes
seem to play the part!
I want to show you
what it means to touch,
To love you in all the right ways,
because I love you so much!
I want to hold you tight
inside my grasping arms,
Shielding you inside of me,
protecting you from harm!
And I want you to understand
that every word I ever write down
Is a piece of my heart given to you
to make your smiles from frowns.
Try to imagine
how much you mean to me,
Try to understand
that I can never be.
I'm not worth your breath
or your warm soft lips,
Yet, I sure am going to try
until my heart rips,
To be the best for you,
make you smile for no reason,
To be that dream that came true,
the one you wanted each season!
And when my door opens up
and I hug you with all my care,
As that moment stands still forever,
I'll always be there!
8
On this special day,
I make a solemn vow.
To love you endlessly,
The best way I know how.
To love you through the days,
To love you through the nights.
To love you through the wrongs,
To love you through the rights.
To chase away your sorrows,
To wipe away your tears.
To hold your hand through all,
Your laughs, your thoughts, your fears.
To give you a shoulder to lean on,
When things aren't going right.
To have you close to me,
To keep you warm at night.
To always have you close to me,
Yesterday, tomorrow, and now.
So this is why I tell you,
I give you my solom vow.
9
Concentrate with your eyes wide open
relishing time... present, future, and past
not compromising the feelings you have for each other
realizing the spell that special someone may cast.
And when you feel warmth come over your body
completing the union searched for, that's so sublime
climbing the wall of faith and trust
to whisper to her, " i love you " for the first time
10
I am sitting in my room with nothing special to do
And all my thoughts seem to be centered on you
I miss you more and more each day
I am longing to hug you, to touch you, to see your face
I wish that you could be here with me
But i understand that there are other places you have to be
I am falling for you and i feel as though i have no control
You have won my mind, body and soul
When i see your face it's like seeing the sun
Kissing your lips is sweeter than the ripest plum
Your voice is like music to my ears
When I am in your arms you take away all my fears
I adore you in so many different ways
There are not enough words to explain
Just keep being the way you are
Because you will forever be my shining star
11
When was the last time
you were held by someone
who was true?
When was the last time
you were told you were
the only one?
When was the last time
you were in love with someone
and they were in love with you?
If I was yours
the answer would be
everyday
12
Your sweet lips I can?t resist
Love, to steal from you a kiss
This taste I savor, my favorite flavor
On your lips the angels dance
Love, so fitting the heavens pour out
This I feel without a doubt
Lips so soft, lips so sweet
Love, your kiss is such a treat
A little flicker of your tongue
I can?t forget when we are one
The feeling it brings it's so complete
The emotion I feel from head to feet
Your lips so sweet, your lips so light
I just can?t wait until tonight
Love, a taste, a delicate sample
To go without I will not do
I have to have a kiss from you!
13
Like a storm,
With want of
thunder;
I wait
quietly
for you..
A raging passion
in the vacuum
of tomorrows...
silenced, contained
swirling to and fro.
Your gift,
for which I yearn
...eludes;
suspending my breath
in a purgatory
of ceaseless
desire...
quiet and still.
Even the hair is limp;
the strands
passing through my fingers
with no resistance
to lay as they have fallen,
upon love's unmoving skin.
I, marveling that
love could ever
be so singly still,
trace my finger
down the nose
across the cheek,
causing not a twitch
or even blink or smile,
as I remember love's sweet smiles.
As I turn away
not bearing to disturb
this solemn deep repose
How my love stirs her...
2
I want you in every way,
beyond what my academic mind can understand,
more than my lips can form words to say.
I want to do things for you that no one has ever done,
melt with you until we're one.
I will dance with dragons to make you smile,
swallow fire for your pleasure.
Shed blood or tears for you,
swim oceans beyond measure.
Let me be your lover-savior-friend.
Place your hand in mine... and let us begin.
Let me take you to a place where only we can go.
A place that's never cold,
with velvet ground and purple sky.
Forever-never will you cry.
Let me kiss away your pain,
take away all your rain,
let me make you whole again.
In lives past, maybe, I fought for you
with trusty horse and sword
or just fought for what was true
and you were my reward
Why else would I be so blessed with you
I'm just one imperfect man
so many things I still can't do,
plenty I still don't understand....
3
There is poetry in your eyes every time you look at me,
and in your lips, the poems of Neruda are materialized.
They are your eyes... two poems of celestial beauty...
with the infinite depth of the sea in their awakening.
There is poetry in your lips every time you kiss me,
and in your mouth, the soft breath of your soul is revealed.
Sweet lips are your's, impregnated with the honeys of love.
Moist and tender lips, a permanent invitation to kiss.!
There is poetry in your body every time you walk!
You are perfect harmony walking down the street.
With each step you give, your shade writes a poem.
A Goddess's body is yours...
work, perfect of God, in the still of the afternoon!
There is poetry in your mouth every time you smile at me.
And in your lips the smile is drawn of the, "I love you!"
While you exist; your smile, you will exist... woman!
And while you exist, "woman", will always be poetry!
4
The yearning
deep inside my heart
won't stop as long
as we're apart.
The longing
my body has to endure
will end next summer
and that's for sure.
But the love
I feel deep inside of me
will rest there
tilL eternity!
5
Do not imagine, because you find these lines in your journal that I have been trespassing. You know I have not – and where else shall I leave a love letter? For I long to write you a love-letter tonight. You are all about me – I seem to breathe you, hear you, feel you in me and of me. What am I doing here? You are away. I have seen you in the train, at the station, driving up, sitting in the lamplight, talking, greeting people, washing your hands… And I am here – in your tent – sitting at your table.
6
The experience
of love
is what makes one happy
to the core of one's being
beyond
all shadows of doubt
and concern
everyone should have at least
the touch
of one love
in their life
if for only once
for the feeling of
beauty of the heart
and mind
held together with
an arrow
of unknowing
7
Do you see something
I don't seem to see,
Something so remarkable,
you fell in love with me?
I don't understand what I have,
I don't understand what I give,
But if it holds on to someone like you,
I'm glad I live the way I live!
Because you lift up your spirits
and make me smile every day,
I dream about you when I sleep,
and every night I pray;
To spend one more day with you
and not lose my only heart,
Because your beautiful eyes
seem to play the part!
I want to show you
what it means to touch,
To love you in all the right ways,
because I love you so much!
I want to hold you tight
inside my grasping arms,
Shielding you inside of me,
protecting you from harm!
And I want you to understand
that every word I ever write down
Is a piece of my heart given to you
to make your smiles from frowns.
Try to imagine
how much you mean to me,
Try to understand
that I can never be.
I'm not worth your breath
or your warm soft lips,
Yet, I sure am going to try
until my heart rips,
To be the best for you,
make you smile for no reason,
To be that dream that came true,
the one you wanted each season!
And when my door opens up
and I hug you with all my care,
As that moment stands still forever,
I'll always be there!
8
On this special day,
I make a solemn vow.
To love you endlessly,
The best way I know how.
To love you through the days,
To love you through the nights.
To love you through the wrongs,
To love you through the rights.
To chase away your sorrows,
To wipe away your tears.
To hold your hand through all,
Your laughs, your thoughts, your fears.
To give you a shoulder to lean on,
When things aren't going right.
To have you close to me,
To keep you warm at night.
To always have you close to me,
Yesterday, tomorrow, and now.
So this is why I tell you,
I give you my solom vow.
9
Concentrate with your eyes wide open
relishing time... present, future, and past
not compromising the feelings you have for each other
realizing the spell that special someone may cast.
And when you feel warmth come over your body
completing the union searched for, that's so sublime
climbing the wall of faith and trust
to whisper to her, " i love you " for the first time
10
I am sitting in my room with nothing special to do
And all my thoughts seem to be centered on you
I miss you more and more each day
I am longing to hug you, to touch you, to see your face
I wish that you could be here with me
But i understand that there are other places you have to be
I am falling for you and i feel as though i have no control
You have won my mind, body and soul
When i see your face it's like seeing the sun
Kissing your lips is sweeter than the ripest plum
Your voice is like music to my ears
When I am in your arms you take away all my fears
I adore you in so many different ways
There are not enough words to explain
Just keep being the way you are
Because you will forever be my shining star
11
When was the last time
you were held by someone
who was true?
When was the last time
you were told you were
the only one?
When was the last time
you were in love with someone
and they were in love with you?
If I was yours
the answer would be
everyday
12
Your sweet lips I can?t resist
Love, to steal from you a kiss
This taste I savor, my favorite flavor
On your lips the angels dance
Love, so fitting the heavens pour out
This I feel without a doubt
Lips so soft, lips so sweet
Love, your kiss is such a treat
A little flicker of your tongue
I can?t forget when we are one
The feeling it brings it's so complete
The emotion I feel from head to feet
Your lips so sweet, your lips so light
I just can?t wait until tonight
Love, a taste, a delicate sample
To go without I will not do
I have to have a kiss from you!
13
Like a storm,
With want of
thunder;
I wait
quietly
for you..
A raging passion
in the vacuum
of tomorrows...
silenced, contained
swirling to and fro.
Your gift,
for which I yearn
...eludes;
suspending my breath
in a purgatory
of ceaseless
desire...
POETRY: DEEP WITHIN THE CHAMBER OF MY HEART
Deep Within the Chambers of my heart
Dwells a Passion for you, Unparalleled
--You are All I dream--
Each Moment with you
My heart skips a beat
You Are the One I do Pray for
everything I ever wanted and more
I Love you More than Words can Say
I long to be with you, night and day
You Are my want, My Only Wish
The One I So long to kiss
Your the Only one I'll ever Love
all I'll ever need
"te Amor vos, Semper"
I Love you, Always
These words I speak true
I Dream of you,
Loving me, As I do you.
I want you to know..
All I ever want is-- you.
Always..
My Love to you Eternal
2
There's something I want you to know
We have many more years to go
But time is hurrying near, so I'll say it now:
I, darling, I am so in love with you
Love, my dearest, I'll love you till my dying day
You, sweetheart, you are the love of my life.
3
The threads of my brain sew my heart into your soul
Eternal serenity, in the comfort of our love, plagues my dreams
I've reached an emotional high neurotransmitters cannot accommodate
My flesh wastes away as I feed off love?s ambrosia
Aged as I am, I become a fun-filled child in your presence
With your love, I'm all I can be )
Marriage was never a question, but a foregone conclusion
Children- a natural product of our union,
Physical manifestations of our united beings
I?ve tasted life eternal in our bond;
I?ve known God's providence by our love
The beauty of what I am experiencing
Overcompensates for lifelong hardships
To savor it all is really too much to bear
Yet, I?ve fallen weak, craving more,
Hopelessly addicted to furious passions only you can unleash
The pastor asks,
"Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?"
I have no choice but to say...
I have no concept of anything else
At the moment I?m tuned in to one station, locked to one phrase
I?ve lost voluntary control of speech...
"I Do"
4
Can I hold you tight as if you were mine,
Tell you my secrets and never lie?
Can we walk together where no one has gone?
Can I rrite you love letters or even a song?
Can I play you melodies straight from my heart,
Brighten your days when they're cold and dark?
Can I make your frowns turn into smiles,
Be the guy that would care for miles?
Can I have a chance to make this come true?
There's nothing I'd rather do... than be with you.
5
Two hearts come together in sweet ecstasy,
The high-test point of happiness. As souls,
we search long and far for just that comfort,
the very feeling of want and desire. Minutes, hours,
days and even years we could search for that defined
pleasure. I don't mean lust or sexual desire, but the
meaning of the finer arts of the heart. The true deep
meaning of love.
To be anothers Soulmate we need to search within ourselves
to find what we really want and dream. But until then
we are but travelers in a void which we live in.
The heart that beats inside our bodies is fragile
needing care and a soft touch...
True love is the healer of our loneliness, the protector of our fears...
To love another, far beyond anything, is the true catcher of the
heart.. Seeing no boundaries or feeling, no regrets but just
compassion and the will to be free with each other.
A Soulmate is what you are..
6
I want to see you.....
always.
I want to feel you...
always.
I want to love you....
always.
I want to lose you....
never.
7
Can you ever
know all
the secrets
I hold?...
Can you ever
know how my
heart beats...
just to hear
your voice?...
Can you ever
know I
have never
behaved this
way... before
there was you?...
Can you ever
know?...
you have stolen
my soul- please
accept it into
yours, so
for once in my life...
I am that whole being
I know exists...
8
I write about so many things
What my mind tells me to
What my heart shows me to
I write not just in words
But motion of words
Like a wave splashing to sandy beaches.
Like the wind that surrounds us
Like every beat of my heart
With every feeling it let out
I write what my heart and mind feels
What my dreams see
The hurt, sadness, happiness and love.
I write while I am dreaming
While my thoughts are flying
My mind exploring.
I write in simple gestures of what I feel
What I believe
What my emotions express.
9
I'm waiting for you, lover...
My arms are opened wide to draw you closer to me.
Come closer darling, let me make you happy...
I want to hold you close and feel your skin next to mine
as our hearts beat together...
our fingers entwined...
body to body, soul to soul...
Yes, darling, your love is what makes me whole...
10
What is love?
she whispered...
I looked into her dark eyes
Almonds resting on silk
and saw the fire deep within
I do not know what love is
I replied
Perhaps I loved once
long ago
when I still heard laughter in the wind and saw tears in the rain
Or perhaps I knew
when the evening mist
caressed the darkened mountains
what... love was
But now ?
Now all I know is the haunting song of the past;
the alluring call of the future
and where in that... is love?
She touched my lips,
searing them with her passion
Surely I am that love
said she...
I hung my head
Teach me what love is
that I... may love
teach me how to love
that I... may love
Her hands brushed my temple
setting my soul aflame
Let go she said and take hold
of me...
Release the bird from it's cage
and throw down the wall
drink deep
of my draught
For... I am love
11
love in your eyes
deep in your soul
flowing like a river
through your heart
and into mine
twisting and spiraling
churning and burning
smiling faces interlocking
loving forever
12
When you returned my kiss
and the earth fell from under our feet,
our souls were no longer in our bodies.
I touched the stars;
I knew the happiness of kissing an angel.
All time as I knew it stood still,
nothing else mattered but this sun-lightened kiss.
I couldn't breath, my knees wobbled
and the room started to spin.
I felt our bodies melt together and the love
you worked so hard at keeping locked up,
couldn't wait to flow
through your tongue into my heart.
I have never been rocked by
oh, so sweet a bliss as that kiss,
so sugared, so melting, so delicious, so instant.
Heaven was in that union of the most
exquisite of pleasures known to man.
It is my wish that I might die kissing
the lips of a filly, a lily of an angel.
As I gently raised your sweet and pure face,
your eyes were filled with radiant love
glowing with the excitement of that first kiss
that had been nurtured for so long.
That trembling kiss.
I'll never forget the feel, when both our hearts
bonded with a touch of our tongues,
the press of our bodies together, the look we saw
when our eyes first met after that kiss of kisses.
What harm could one kiss possibly do...
Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
trust me, Darling, in time we'll know.
When we may live with never a fear,
Kiss me, Dear, kiss me slow...
Dwells a Passion for you, Unparalleled
--You are All I dream--
Each Moment with you
My heart skips a beat
You Are the One I do Pray for
everything I ever wanted and more
I Love you More than Words can Say
I long to be with you, night and day
You Are my want, My Only Wish
The One I So long to kiss
Your the Only one I'll ever Love
all I'll ever need
"te Amor vos, Semper"
I Love you, Always
These words I speak true
I Dream of you,
Loving me, As I do you.
I want you to know..
All I ever want is-- you.
Always..
My Love to you Eternal
2
There's something I want you to know
We have many more years to go
But time is hurrying near, so I'll say it now:
I, darling, I am so in love with you
Love, my dearest, I'll love you till my dying day
You, sweetheart, you are the love of my life.
3
The threads of my brain sew my heart into your soul
Eternal serenity, in the comfort of our love, plagues my dreams
I've reached an emotional high neurotransmitters cannot accommodate
My flesh wastes away as I feed off love?s ambrosia
Aged as I am, I become a fun-filled child in your presence
With your love, I'm all I can be )
Marriage was never a question, but a foregone conclusion
Children- a natural product of our union,
Physical manifestations of our united beings
I?ve tasted life eternal in our bond;
I?ve known God's providence by our love
The beauty of what I am experiencing
Overcompensates for lifelong hardships
To savor it all is really too much to bear
Yet, I?ve fallen weak, craving more,
Hopelessly addicted to furious passions only you can unleash
The pastor asks,
"Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?"
I have no choice but to say...
I have no concept of anything else
At the moment I?m tuned in to one station, locked to one phrase
I?ve lost voluntary control of speech...
"I Do"
4
Can I hold you tight as if you were mine,
Tell you my secrets and never lie?
Can we walk together where no one has gone?
Can I rrite you love letters or even a song?
Can I play you melodies straight from my heart,
Brighten your days when they're cold and dark?
Can I make your frowns turn into smiles,
Be the guy that would care for miles?
Can I have a chance to make this come true?
There's nothing I'd rather do... than be with you.
5
Two hearts come together in sweet ecstasy,
The high-test point of happiness. As souls,
we search long and far for just that comfort,
the very feeling of want and desire. Minutes, hours,
days and even years we could search for that defined
pleasure. I don't mean lust or sexual desire, but the
meaning of the finer arts of the heart. The true deep
meaning of love.
To be anothers Soulmate we need to search within ourselves
to find what we really want and dream. But until then
we are but travelers in a void which we live in.
The heart that beats inside our bodies is fragile
needing care and a soft touch...
True love is the healer of our loneliness, the protector of our fears...
To love another, far beyond anything, is the true catcher of the
heart.. Seeing no boundaries or feeling, no regrets but just
compassion and the will to be free with each other.
A Soulmate is what you are..
6
I want to see you.....
always.
I want to feel you...
always.
I want to love you....
always.
I want to lose you....
never.
7
Can you ever
know all
the secrets
I hold?...
Can you ever
know how my
heart beats...
just to hear
your voice?...
Can you ever
know I
have never
behaved this
way... before
there was you?...
Can you ever
know?...
you have stolen
my soul- please
accept it into
yours, so
for once in my life...
I am that whole being
I know exists...
8
I write about so many things
What my mind tells me to
What my heart shows me to
I write not just in words
But motion of words
Like a wave splashing to sandy beaches.
Like the wind that surrounds us
Like every beat of my heart
With every feeling it let out
I write what my heart and mind feels
What my dreams see
The hurt, sadness, happiness and love.
I write while I am dreaming
While my thoughts are flying
My mind exploring.
I write in simple gestures of what I feel
What I believe
What my emotions express.
9
I'm waiting for you, lover...
My arms are opened wide to draw you closer to me.
Come closer darling, let me make you happy...
I want to hold you close and feel your skin next to mine
as our hearts beat together...
our fingers entwined...
body to body, soul to soul...
Yes, darling, your love is what makes me whole...
10
What is love?
she whispered...
I looked into her dark eyes
Almonds resting on silk
and saw the fire deep within
I do not know what love is
I replied
Perhaps I loved once
long ago
when I still heard laughter in the wind and saw tears in the rain
Or perhaps I knew
when the evening mist
caressed the darkened mountains
what... love was
But now ?
Now all I know is the haunting song of the past;
the alluring call of the future
and where in that... is love?
She touched my lips,
searing them with her passion
Surely I am that love
said she...
I hung my head
Teach me what love is
that I... may love
teach me how to love
that I... may love
Her hands brushed my temple
setting my soul aflame
Let go she said and take hold
of me...
Release the bird from it's cage
and throw down the wall
drink deep
of my draught
For... I am love
11
love in your eyes
deep in your soul
flowing like a river
through your heart
and into mine
twisting and spiraling
churning and burning
smiling faces interlocking
loving forever
12
When you returned my kiss
and the earth fell from under our feet,
our souls were no longer in our bodies.
I touched the stars;
I knew the happiness of kissing an angel.
All time as I knew it stood still,
nothing else mattered but this sun-lightened kiss.
I couldn't breath, my knees wobbled
and the room started to spin.
I felt our bodies melt together and the love
you worked so hard at keeping locked up,
couldn't wait to flow
through your tongue into my heart.
I have never been rocked by
oh, so sweet a bliss as that kiss,
so sugared, so melting, so delicious, so instant.
Heaven was in that union of the most
exquisite of pleasures known to man.
It is my wish that I might die kissing
the lips of a filly, a lily of an angel.
As I gently raised your sweet and pure face,
your eyes were filled with radiant love
glowing with the excitement of that first kiss
that had been nurtured for so long.
That trembling kiss.
I'll never forget the feel, when both our hearts
bonded with a touch of our tongues,
the press of our bodies together, the look we saw
when our eyes first met after that kiss of kisses.
What harm could one kiss possibly do...
Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
trust me, Darling, in time we'll know.
When we may live with never a fear,
Kiss me, Dear, kiss me slow...
POETRY: MY DEVOTION UNYIELDING
My eyes look into yours
so deep into your soul
I find my existence
Lost in passion
discovering desire
My appetite longing
only you
ALWAYS
My heart beats strong
as thy breath quickens
emotion brought forth
so long forgotten
reborn again
from your touch
Only you
FOREVER
I give to you willingly
without hesitation
the total being I am
As we explore life
discovering laughter
uncovering sensations
only you
and Then Some
My devotion unyielding
with warmth and passion
Whispering into your ear,
When the stars burn out
and new life begins
I will be there waiting
For I Love You
Always, Forever and Then Some.
2
I swear I heard your voice last night,
whisper in the wind,
it came so soft and tenderly,
I never heard it again.
I thought I felt your touch,
so warm, yet cold,
I thought I saw a glimpse of you,
I then tried to hold.
So when you come back home,
so warm with me in bed,
you I'll always hold,
until the very end.
3
I raise my eyes to the heavens
A cluster of rain droplets land on my face
The feelings locked so tightly within
Swell and threaten to succeed in their escape.
The tears from the sky slowly slide
Along the stubborn contours of my cheek
My heart is in my hands- I'm on a ride so thrilling
And frightening, it has robbed me of the ability to speak.
Footsteps behind me cause me to spin
A shadow across the ground is all I can see
You step from the forest wearing a wide grin
That disappears when you view the depth of my love.
A somber look is in your eyes
You take my hands in yours
And I realize... we are one.
We are one in our love for each other
Your soul and mine together, forever
Never will I love another
A smile crosses my lips softly.
As I drown in the depths of your soul
You bring me close to your body
Your lips brush my ear ever so softly,
"Never despair, my love, for I am always with you."
Just before your mouth closes on mine
I whisper, "I love you."
You reply, "I will always love you."
And with those words, our love is sealed in a kiss
As the rain slides down my face.
4
I love You:
Your Scent is my Guide, and i flow
towards the East, as the gust from the west
Enables my Power, and entraps my every thought
to your Love:
Silently, but Blissfull, in wonder, and Captivating,
I love you.
wonder of my life, Rescuer of my pain, you are
my hero, and i were a helpless Victim in a storm of
Confusement; You Saved my Life.
Your Love is without Regard and i am ever so
appreciative;
I Love You.
Warmth and comfortability you provide:
happiness, and concentration depress my sorrow:
To you I owe my Love.
I Love you and what you Stand For
for you encountered my Life as i were down and
in Vain with no progress:
You are life, you are Love:
I love You
5
I remember a winter carnival.
I plopped my quarter down on the right color
and won the biggest stuffed animal they had.
I ate cotton candy and sticky caramel apples.
I rode all the rides with abandon.
Sitting in the cart, stopped high atop the ferris wheel,
clutching my stuffed animal with my sticky hands,
I stared out into the cold, clear night
and felt everything was just right with the world.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a spring thunderstorm.
The rain beat steadily down on the roof,
sliding down the windows in random patterns.
I laid in my bed, listening to the thunder rumbling,
curled up under my comforter,
reading a book by a small, warm lamp.
I felt so warm and safe, like nothing could ever hurt me.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a summer day at the beach.
The soft, wet sand squished through my toes.
The ocean was calm and smooth like glass.
I could see every shell on the ocean floor.
I floated in the warm, salty water,
my hair floating freely,
the sun delightfully heating my skin.
I felt as one with the ocean and sky.
As I stared upward, I thought...
It can't get any better than this.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a clear, crisp autumn day.
The sky was bright blue, dotted with fluffy, white clouds.
Driving around with the windows down,
my favorite song plaued on the radio,
and the wind whipped through my hair.
Not a care in the world...
Eternally happy.
That's how you make me feel.
6
Light.
The basis of our humanity
The driver of insanity
My passion for you is your incandescence
They way you are has an immense essence
As the day passes and the sky creeps in
A darkness from which light accepts takes over
With this a new day forms and the sky itself
Represents how significant we are
Light.
The basis of humanity
The driver of insanity
Look deep inside the light and you go blind
Look away from the light and you leave nothing behind
Time stands still for the brief moment of beauty
If it is missed then it is taken for granted
Light represents our beauty and provides comfort
Watch as the light prevails in us
Light.
The basis of humanity
The driver of insanity
I glimpse at you and I am blinded by the light
I look from a distance at the beauty in the night
Hush for a second, feel the warmth escape the sky
A cool, bright sunset warms with the breeze of life
I hear you calling in the day, wishing I was there
Just take a look in the luminescence and remember my words
Light.
Beauty is in the light
Silhouetting in the night
Feel my warmth, for I feel you
Time and time again I dream of a life
For you are Destiny and I am True
I need you with me and to be my wife
7
When my heart is pounding loudly
it is simply yearning to be free
and define emotions so new
debating which is true
When i breathe
i can smell you
When i close my eyes
i can see you
When i'm awake
i dream of you
When i'm away
i can feel you
What are these symptoms of
infatuation or love?
Reality makes it hard to separate
It feels like you're my missing piece,
my soulmate....
8
Sweet of breath and flushed with passion
she steals past the eyes and is my heart's assassin.
She ruffles the soul like a warm summer wind
and leaves me to ponder the depth of our sin.
To embrace her as one- is my life's endeavor
but fail though I will... and love her forever.
9
There comes a time when you look beyond all that you see before your eyes.
After all can you see a heart that is true?
What about a dream that has been broken never to come true?
Although we all look for love no one ever sees it coming
nor knows where it goes.
I've been in love with you ever since the first day I layed my eyes
on you and saw your beautiful smile.
I don't really know why but my life would mean nothing without you.
There would be no sunny skies nor starry nights, nothing without you
by my side to share it with.
I love you so much that nothing can compare nor compete.
I believe in you and what you do every step of the way.
I make you this promise with the love that is carved in my heart, for
you, that if down life's lonely hard road you seem to lose your way -
Think of you and me and what your love means to me.
My arms will always be there, to shelter your heart from the bitter
storms of life.
You and me together, forever!
10
I'm counting the days
Until our hearts will finally meet
When you walk out of the plane
I'm going to hold you endlessly
I'm counting the hours
Until I can gaze into your eyes
To view your inner beauty
As you hold me tight
I'm counting the minutes
Until our lips can taste
The sweetness of your first kiss
And the passion that will surely rise
When I feel your heart beat against mine
I'm counting the seconds
Until you embrace me in your arms
And I can hear you whisper
How you love me with all your heart
11
I feel your tender touch,
your fingers running through my skin and soul.
I feel your tender lips,
as they kiss my shoulder and my heart they stole.
I feel your constant stare
and your eyes as passionately at me they glare.
I feel your precious hand holding mine,
and your craving body locked to mine.
My arms are hungry and search for you
and when they finally feel you and hold you tight,
I'm sure I'll be dreaming of you all through the night,
because I know I have you and you know I love you.
12
Tis my true love I give my all to.
For there is no other to fill the puzzle of my love but you.
Amidst the clouds of night my love's eyes shine bright
Putting the moon to shame
For all its many triumphs have been conquered
By a turning of the eye.
I walk with you, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch,
Letting our souls intertwine and bond as never before.
Forever I will stay with thee, never part more.
Loving you
All I ask is your desire and passion to fill my soul.
Without you, I am incomplete.
You are my everything, and for that I want all of you.
so deep into your soul
I find my existence
Lost in passion
discovering desire
My appetite longing
only you
ALWAYS
My heart beats strong
as thy breath quickens
emotion brought forth
so long forgotten
reborn again
from your touch
Only you
FOREVER
I give to you willingly
without hesitation
the total being I am
As we explore life
discovering laughter
uncovering sensations
only you
and Then Some
My devotion unyielding
with warmth and passion
Whispering into your ear,
When the stars burn out
and new life begins
I will be there waiting
For I Love You
Always, Forever and Then Some.
2
I swear I heard your voice last night,
whisper in the wind,
it came so soft and tenderly,
I never heard it again.
I thought I felt your touch,
so warm, yet cold,
I thought I saw a glimpse of you,
I then tried to hold.
So when you come back home,
so warm with me in bed,
you I'll always hold,
until the very end.
3
I raise my eyes to the heavens
A cluster of rain droplets land on my face
The feelings locked so tightly within
Swell and threaten to succeed in their escape.
The tears from the sky slowly slide
Along the stubborn contours of my cheek
My heart is in my hands- I'm on a ride so thrilling
And frightening, it has robbed me of the ability to speak.
Footsteps behind me cause me to spin
A shadow across the ground is all I can see
You step from the forest wearing a wide grin
That disappears when you view the depth of my love.
A somber look is in your eyes
You take my hands in yours
And I realize... we are one.
We are one in our love for each other
Your soul and mine together, forever
Never will I love another
A smile crosses my lips softly.
As I drown in the depths of your soul
You bring me close to your body
Your lips brush my ear ever so softly,
"Never despair, my love, for I am always with you."
Just before your mouth closes on mine
I whisper, "I love you."
You reply, "I will always love you."
And with those words, our love is sealed in a kiss
As the rain slides down my face.
4
I love You:
Your Scent is my Guide, and i flow
towards the East, as the gust from the west
Enables my Power, and entraps my every thought
to your Love:
Silently, but Blissfull, in wonder, and Captivating,
I love you.
wonder of my life, Rescuer of my pain, you are
my hero, and i were a helpless Victim in a storm of
Confusement; You Saved my Life.
Your Love is without Regard and i am ever so
appreciative;
I Love You.
Warmth and comfortability you provide:
happiness, and concentration depress my sorrow:
To you I owe my Love.
I Love you and what you Stand For
for you encountered my Life as i were down and
in Vain with no progress:
You are life, you are Love:
I love You
5
I remember a winter carnival.
I plopped my quarter down on the right color
and won the biggest stuffed animal they had.
I ate cotton candy and sticky caramel apples.
I rode all the rides with abandon.
Sitting in the cart, stopped high atop the ferris wheel,
clutching my stuffed animal with my sticky hands,
I stared out into the cold, clear night
and felt everything was just right with the world.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a spring thunderstorm.
The rain beat steadily down on the roof,
sliding down the windows in random patterns.
I laid in my bed, listening to the thunder rumbling,
curled up under my comforter,
reading a book by a small, warm lamp.
I felt so warm and safe, like nothing could ever hurt me.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a summer day at the beach.
The soft, wet sand squished through my toes.
The ocean was calm and smooth like glass.
I could see every shell on the ocean floor.
I floated in the warm, salty water,
my hair floating freely,
the sun delightfully heating my skin.
I felt as one with the ocean and sky.
As I stared upward, I thought...
It can't get any better than this.
That's how you make me feel.
I remember a clear, crisp autumn day.
The sky was bright blue, dotted with fluffy, white clouds.
Driving around with the windows down,
my favorite song plaued on the radio,
and the wind whipped through my hair.
Not a care in the world...
Eternally happy.
That's how you make me feel.
6
Light.
The basis of our humanity
The driver of insanity
My passion for you is your incandescence
They way you are has an immense essence
As the day passes and the sky creeps in
A darkness from which light accepts takes over
With this a new day forms and the sky itself
Represents how significant we are
Light.
The basis of humanity
The driver of insanity
Look deep inside the light and you go blind
Look away from the light and you leave nothing behind
Time stands still for the brief moment of beauty
If it is missed then it is taken for granted
Light represents our beauty and provides comfort
Watch as the light prevails in us
Light.
The basis of humanity
The driver of insanity
I glimpse at you and I am blinded by the light
I look from a distance at the beauty in the night
Hush for a second, feel the warmth escape the sky
A cool, bright sunset warms with the breeze of life
I hear you calling in the day, wishing I was there
Just take a look in the luminescence and remember my words
Light.
Beauty is in the light
Silhouetting in the night
Feel my warmth, for I feel you
Time and time again I dream of a life
For you are Destiny and I am True
I need you with me and to be my wife
7
When my heart is pounding loudly
it is simply yearning to be free
and define emotions so new
debating which is true
When i breathe
i can smell you
When i close my eyes
i can see you
When i'm awake
i dream of you
When i'm away
i can feel you
What are these symptoms of
infatuation or love?
Reality makes it hard to separate
It feels like you're my missing piece,
my soulmate....
8
Sweet of breath and flushed with passion
she steals past the eyes and is my heart's assassin.
She ruffles the soul like a warm summer wind
and leaves me to ponder the depth of our sin.
To embrace her as one- is my life's endeavor
but fail though I will... and love her forever.
9
There comes a time when you look beyond all that you see before your eyes.
After all can you see a heart that is true?
What about a dream that has been broken never to come true?
Although we all look for love no one ever sees it coming
nor knows where it goes.
I've been in love with you ever since the first day I layed my eyes
on you and saw your beautiful smile.
I don't really know why but my life would mean nothing without you.
There would be no sunny skies nor starry nights, nothing without you
by my side to share it with.
I love you so much that nothing can compare nor compete.
I believe in you and what you do every step of the way.
I make you this promise with the love that is carved in my heart, for
you, that if down life's lonely hard road you seem to lose your way -
Think of you and me and what your love means to me.
My arms will always be there, to shelter your heart from the bitter
storms of life.
You and me together, forever!
10
I'm counting the days
Until our hearts will finally meet
When you walk out of the plane
I'm going to hold you endlessly
I'm counting the hours
Until I can gaze into your eyes
To view your inner beauty
As you hold me tight
I'm counting the minutes
Until our lips can taste
The sweetness of your first kiss
And the passion that will surely rise
When I feel your heart beat against mine
I'm counting the seconds
Until you embrace me in your arms
And I can hear you whisper
How you love me with all your heart
11
I feel your tender touch,
your fingers running through my skin and soul.
I feel your tender lips,
as they kiss my shoulder and my heart they stole.
I feel your constant stare
and your eyes as passionately at me they glare.
I feel your precious hand holding mine,
and your craving body locked to mine.
My arms are hungry and search for you
and when they finally feel you and hold you tight,
I'm sure I'll be dreaming of you all through the night,
because I know I have you and you know I love you.
12
Tis my true love I give my all to.
For there is no other to fill the puzzle of my love but you.
Amidst the clouds of night my love's eyes shine bright
Putting the moon to shame
For all its many triumphs have been conquered
By a turning of the eye.
I walk with you, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch,
Letting our souls intertwine and bond as never before.
Forever I will stay with thee, never part more.
Loving you
All I ask is your desire and passion to fill my soul.
Without you, I am incomplete.
You are my everything, and for that I want all of you.
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